Drought

Though time will destroy you in front of somebody else
I rest on my temples and whisper aloud to streaks and reflections that move in reverse
I'm thinking up sounds and I'm letting them out
Now all the trees I planted in the summer have dried up and died
Not more than five inches of rain this year has fallen from the sky
In moments I will loosen up these rigid limbs having untied and taken oxygen
Like other men believing that I tried



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Writer(s): Jon Frailey
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