Dust Bowl - Haibun
Dust Bowl
Dust sifted through the dry wooden slats of the now empty homes. No sunrise serenade nor rustle of flowing wheat greeted the parching sunrise. Footprints long erased, carried on the wind of arid dreams, mistakes that scarred both hearts and soil.
no sustenance here
greed’s empty bowl of dust
bent sunflowers mourn
John G. Lawless
7/12/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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