Prelude to Drought

There.

Heat furrowing sweet spaces:

Shadowy reminds,

Of yesterday missed,

Amidst the cruel promises of

Incessant tomorrows.

The daily rhythm now:

Broken,

Pulsing softly.

None of this can be undone.

Published by SamF

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