Tag: drought
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2508: Six Sentence Poem
They Left This morning four beeslay quietlyon the patio stones. not sleeping. the sunhad simply askedtoo much of them. I carried each oneto the shade, where lavenderstill remembersword for word,their names. I’d rather believethey’ve gone somewhere cooler,where foxglovesnever wilt, and cloverkeeps flowering. somewherewhere no beeneed choosebetween thirstand sunlight. Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story Poetry…
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for dVerse: Drought
The Aftermath My sister has a photograph, a study in monochrome, and it’s a story of not what you actually see, but what was once there. An ox stood there once, stood in prairie grass that reached belly high, and there was a red barn for shelter, a farmhouse filled busy with noise. Orchards. Apples.…
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