Drought Conditions
I remember when it used to rain.
By Mike PetersonPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Oleksandr Sushko on Unsplash
I remember a time
when it used to rain.
When ash-shaded skies would
sob sheets of tears on us.
We'd trade song titles and
take careful sips of tea.
And I'd lay kisses
on your lips as
we sat under the downpour.
These days, our favorite lake dried up and
I've traded my oolong for whiskey
and the California sun bakes the thirsty ground
with a quiet determination.
Choked, dusty, dry,
everything painted in shades of brown
and sand and dead leaf.
I remember when it used to rain.
Now, I'm left wondering if your eyes
have dried up like mine.
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Mike Peterson
Poet. Yoga teacher. Nature enthusiast.
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