Unchanging Forecast
Summer heat ramps up.
My plans proceed in despair.
My spirit mired
~
My garden is parched.
I water plants as I can.
I fear some are missed.
~
They call out to me.
I can hear them in my dreams.
I sleep uneasy
Copyright © Ken Rone | Year Posted 2021
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