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Desperate For Rain
The riverbed turns to face the sun.
Ashen moss waves good-bye to once green luster.
Round stones, smooth and gray
Poke their way from beneath silt and shoreline lace
Binding up moorings to the docks of dry land -
coughing and wheezing
desperate for rain
The oak root, cedar strings and willow whips
Reminisce of stump lore and colors lush.
Alive and living the bitter - sweet
This season
This study of earth and grass holding laconic seminar
About field and sky and
Why do apathetic eyes smile in simple amazement
As if they know more of pain
Than does the riverbed that turns to face the sun
coughing and wheezing
desperate for rain
~John Schmoyer
John teaches Social Studies at the secondary level in Pennsylvania. He has completed two poetry manuscripts. Email.
© 1999 by John Schmoyer. All Rights Reserved.
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