migueltio

August 11, 2016

Hot and Dry Rainless Sky

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 5:12 pm

Dry weeds peeking through
the silt below my feet
dryer than they stretching
as high as they dare try
hoping to find heaven’s relief
while the sun glares back
denying such a request.
The sun beaming down
upon the yards and yards
of metal full of men full
of women who put it to
the pedal sending up a cloud
of smoke that dissipates
during its skyward journey.
Clouds of black coming
about  menacing with
the sun’s plans hoping to
take matters into their
hands feeding only a
little something to the
pleading coming from the lands.
The heat of the day
casting down upon the
many like ink spilling
on the page tires out
the souls having endured it
for multiple hours while hoping
for just a minimal
interlude of nature’s relief.
The river runs dry
where the rocks
pile up blocking its
way toward
its defined
fulfillment.
~Miguel

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