Parched - Karl Frederick

[Larry Robinson]

Parched

As the first few drops 
fell on my face
I cried

Why did it take so long

Last winter
those who could remember drought
did, and began to murmur amongst themselves

Those who wouldn’t
though they could have
didn’t, and didn’t sound the alarm

So we sailed through spring
beginning to worry
though little was done 

When we blistered through July, August, September
and a voluntary reduction in use
we shrugged our shoulders

That’s just the way it was

Did we need also to turn off the sprinklers
allow the yards to brown
tell the golf courses to astroturf their greens
the vintners to fallow their fields

Is this dry time a kind of payback
What did we not do


	- Karl Frederick
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