
The sky holds her rain
heavy clouds rising higher
away from a desperate soil
in a desert dry world
we hold the memory of water
as the lakes recede
and bring up their dead
no more the careless days
of running through the hose
as the snows fall shallow
and the rains do not come
a summer extended
into a year-round dry season
as hopeful faces look upward
searching for a downpour
to tip the balance – Caroline A. Slee