Dog Days
My very sinews are dry --
tight as buds but old
as fields tilled to dust --
No good for growth.
Let the rains come.
Let floods bring mud
rich with life from
upriver pools,
rocks and falls giddy
with water and light –
The effervescence of
skies, basking.
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Martha T. Terrell
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