Cows and calves are soft
and in the shade by eight,
now that the oaks have leaves—
flat ceilings pruned above
their jumbled silhouettes,
black patches easy to miss
across the empty, short-cropped
field of foxtails turned
a perfect biscuit brown
measured with our eyes
against the coming summer
and distant fall before it might
ever rain, be green again.
They worry not—all
the heavy dread is mine.
drycrikjournal 
And it is heavy! Hope you get rain soon!! I’ve never seen it this dry in SW New Mexico. Praying for rain for all of us!!!
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