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DROUGHT

when i thought poetry
finally died
it coughed a bit

and then just sighed

and then i saw
its spirit rise
like vapor
in this heated lull

to hang in droplets
on the skull

those bones as gray
and thick as cloud
and lightening, bright
and thunder, loud

and then its words
upon my pain
medicinal
as summer rain
Author's Note
Trying to get my Emily on.
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