The Last Drought - Lee Perron

[Larry Robinson]

The Last Drought
 
 
Winds that bring no clouds
clouds that carry no rain
falling rain that doesn’t reach the ground
 
I grieve bitterly for the home that has been lost
 
tonight outside: sounds of rain, of a thin
brief rain falling to the piteous earth—
voices tender as ghosts
that claim neither present nor future
 
yet the memory of a birth-right to rain
lingers— crystalline, flawed
reaching across synapses
that are already doomed by delusion
 
we are dispossessed
we wait
but we are owed nothing by the sky.
 
 
                - Lee Perron, © 2014.
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