Drought Break 1979 - Zeena Janowsky

[Larry Robinson]

Drought Break -1979

 

Ducks skid on October flat water

Small buck, leaps up the blond grass

 

                                    Never enough water here.

                                    
The land splits open like two chapped lips.

 

Your grandpa died.

He gave you fly fishing

and arrogance  

his gin, straight

in the bottom of the jelly jar,

my throat    closing around it

 

                                    for lack of water

 

Your grandmother’s gone dotty.

She was halfway there,

made for easy conversation 

her rapture complete                repeating

Enchilada recipes   

Forgotten in minutes.

 

                                    Bake at three fifty.

 

Now damns burst

Reservoirs spillover 

The contents of houses sweep out

to the sea.

 

Your grandmother’s synapses flood.

 

                                    The rivers crests at  high tide. 



       - Zeena Janowsky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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