in which rainless becomes rainlessness

We prepare for drought

as a state of mind dispatching

pockets of thought

inwards.

 

Rainlessness sees the garden

green and thriving

for now, looking out

there are plants tugging

my sleeve

 

Still I stand

a pause while rain goes

elsewhere and the long

dry sucks our laughter away

 

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