Thursday, February 12, 2015

Slaking Your Thirst after a Long Dry Spell

the miracle 
rain keeps 
its distance but will 
soon descend slant- 
wise on the wings 
of a blustery south wind— 

beaks open, 
unlike us the supplicant 
chickens know this time 
they won’t need 
to lift their heads 
to the high heavens 

to drink it all in. 

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