Dried Rain
Dried Rain
David J Walker
For the most part
We lived on air and
Dried rain
And the dried pain
in the in between
Times of rain
Blown about by
Pentagram clouds drawn
By the hot south winds
Morphing into storms over
Someone else’s lands
The dry rain holds a wake
For the lives clinging to dust
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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