the wet

the-wet (2)

Acrylic by Janeen Cameron

the burnt red soil and spit dry wood curl up to the parched breath that howls and whips the blistered grass clinging to posts the wire barbed roasts as unbound leaves roll by fields that breed only flies rocks and dust charged blue clouds flock together on the horizon singing in baritone waves letting gaunt wet ribbons evaporate then elicit the thick dollops of water that hit when itinerant birds announce the sweetest kiss the soil exhales a moist green sigh the cautious gasp of lament released as in riverbed and track the pool and puddle dazzle and bubble then sink at last the wet the wet By Kellie Watson

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