Golden hours before the haze
rises from the Valley, all shades
of yellow and brown without green

blaze beneath a deep blue,
cloudless sky—old horses hesitate
to notice, find remarkable, shuffling

the same words day after day.
No one listens to the forecast
over coffee anymore. Dusty hills

wait for a plan. You suggest
we brand some calves—best chance
we’ve ever had to bring a rain.

One response to “RAINDANCE

  1. We need Dave Wilson to do his rain dance!!


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