Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Drought & valley fever

The trees are dry
The grass is dead
The dirt is dry
All the dirt is dust, its in the sky
Is it all going to die?

In the lung
The coccidioides fung
Stuck in bed, next to dead
I pray that rain is ahead

The continents edge
A Pacific horizon
Blue, wet, and undrinkable
A storm in the distance?
Almost unthinkable