Pray for Rain

I’m putting together a group of poems for a new book and ran across this one.  It was printed in Upcountry eMagazine a couple years ago.  Thought I’d share:

Pray for Rain

 

Bone white breasts,

your milk has dried.

Where will your children feed?

The corn has curled

like pineapple sticks;

     There will be no

     bread for supper.

 

Our pond is cracked earth.

The larders are empty.

Crops have been mown,

cattle sold.

 

The grass turns to dust.

 

We wait,

choke  on our sweat

and watch the skies

in our land of cream and

honey.

 

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