Thursday, 2 July 2009


A drop of morning water,
Leaf fallen to
The warming ground,
Sounds out its final cry,
A hiss of mist before it dies
Dried out upon the sidewalk.

A picture of day forming,
Captured in court
Yards and gardens,
Where grass once green bleaches,
Tinder thin and brittle creasing,
Holding out for a downpour.

But nothing has been ordered,
And noon is brought
With thirst’s onslaught
Parching streets and people,
Housed in crowded office coffins,
Anticipating home time,

Where evening brings comfort
In the form of
Cold beers fast drawn,
Drinking to the drum of
Tumbling conversations concerned
About tomorrow’s furnace.

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