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Drouth
trees in Oklahoma turn their backs to the south-
skeletons left standing
to cut the brittle wind,
the broken herd still bending from the summer left behind.
DROUTH
Among the curling grass they wilt
in withered blue and fading gilt;
the promises Spring made to them
hang ravished from each brittle stem.
Thoughts, like plants that pray for showers,
find me kneeling with the flowers.