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
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
and bubble
then sink
at last

the wet
the wet

By Kellie Watson

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