Following fifty tons
through light showers
across Nevada,

big alfalfa bales
towards our dry
California home,

we focus on raindrops
streaking reality
after a week of poetry

and song, to feel
our poor possibilities
grow by the truckload—

heavy with an endless
emptiness in our bellies
beneath the straps

of seat belts
before another wreck.
We hang on.


3 responses to “RAINDROPS

  1. Big agrabuisiness over on the east side of the Cascades . . .Fields watered by water pumped out of the Columbia: love the smell of fresh cut alfalfa . . .

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  2. Raindrops coming our way. *fingers crossed* for good soaking rains.


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