Tonight two tankas, stacked on top of each other
"We used to have rain…"
summer afternoons,
free front row seats for lightning
matinees, pounding
thirty-minute deluges,
then glorious gutter splashing.
now, summer downpours
replaced by life in high desert
endless days where skies do not yield
months of high fire alerts
where have all the showers gone?
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2022
2 comments:
Sadness...
Indeed.
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