Heat doom
I lie wakeful
in the searing heat
of night
Dry dirges drum the silence
sun cracked riverbeds
charred remnants of field and forest
images of grandchildren
footprinting endless dusty roads
For now the rains still come
too light or too lashing
too late or too early
but still water
I lie wakeful
listening as life
evaporates
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