Collating life on paper,
pages in order
inside cardstock covers,
becomes humbling—
printer malfunctions,
ink running dry
while it rains real poetry
in the dark beyond me.
A chapter of drought
that forever changed
a thirsty landscape
rising into the sky—
an ascension of dust
we ingested and overcame.
We can close the book
never more the same.
drycrikjournal 