Remembering the drought

Mercy,

from clouds yonder.

Painted grays across blue sky

Distinct and yet vague.

Prayers?

I wonder,

old women kneeling,

seeking some relief.

Certainly this!

the work of 

a heaven comes.

A day of sweet release!

deep and restless

movement

beneath the

murmuring earth.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Had a dream about my childhood.

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