sunshine spread
the hot flames darted
blazing
burning trees
leaves thud
cast twigs
no drops of
water left over from the
last jar
: "I am thirsty …."
I waited for the coldest night temperature, however
dew drops even reluctant to fall
just restless wind keel
deny season limit
still waiting on
an endless grid
heart tired
--sky,
let's cry ....
Agats - Asmat, October
16th, 2015
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