Phone Call
-from a foreign land-
By Martha AgnesPublished 2 months ago • Updated 2 months ago • 1 min read
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She wants a boundless flood.
He gives a meager droplet--
soiled.
Muddied.
Undrinkable--unthinkable,
unpotable droplet
evaporates a year, leaves
faintly a mineral mark--
barest trace of crystalline powder
on the bedside table.
She craves long drinks--
a goblet full:
Gallons,
rivers of love
replenished perpetually
by God Himself--
and she is given a sprinkle
in the searing sand.
March 1, 1996
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