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.