Day 210

drought

summer-grey grass.

the world is sand,
and when the last sand falls
the world ends.

find some solid ground
for roots
to implant new life.

the rain hangs over
the sand and
never comes.

deserts wander and
expand north, south,
east and west.

the bottleneck.
the time-piece.
measured time finite.

the sun a skull,
the earth a flattened
skeleton, one arm

flung out
just short of the
barren water hole.

we need another miracle
as the dust blows up
from

summer-grey grass.

AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 163