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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