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In Drought, We Lizards |
by John Grey
In drought, I dream of dark gray clouds
gliding in from the west, overfilling the sky.
The parched earth agrees with the findings of my desire.
The stunted brush, fearful of fire, shares in my vision.
I have the barren landscape on side.
Its dust is my breath. Its thirst is my craving.
A lizard crawls under a rock, to escape the heat,
the searing dryness.
My need is his arrangements.
John Grey is an Australian born poet. A US resident since the late seventies, he works as a financial systems analyst. He has recently published in Connecticut Review, Georgetown Review, and Illuminations, with work upcoming in Poetry East, Cape Rock, and The Pinch.
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