These words I write like drought shriveled leaves, crumble with time.
July 27th, 2011
A Phantom winds sweep
drought ravaged lands
the relentless furnace of the sun
wounds!
Shade is no refuge
no breeze flows
no evaporations cools.
Dawn is the only sane time
it's false coolness seems real enough
walking, is possible
not pleasant
possible, for the dog
wilting dragged along
I surrender.
These words I write
like drought shriveled
leaves, crumble with time.
