Archive | September 2013

The Sower II

Scorching dawn again,
Slumped body kicking a stone.
Will it ever end?

Shuffles to the porch,
Another day, Wind wailing.
Angry, resentful.

Ground cracks grow deeper,
Wells running dry, need water.
Another day.  Why?

Weary of waiting,
House cracking and shriveling
Dust piles up inside.

Creaking and braking
The porch groans while standing there,
Turns, retreats inside.

L

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