Monday, April 03, 2017

poem

imagine thirst
folded over by sand
dust crackling
jigsaw dirt riverbed
a giant sucking sound
the water
like in a cartoon
a tornado
spiraling away
rolling downhill from the
river bed, dirt crackling
to the edges
cliff coast
falling off
imagine the water
running scared
sacred
your insides
shriveling
collapsing in
scatter like ash
at the touch

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