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I witch for water.
Walking blindly,
I concentrate on my effort.
I am desperate,
you say.

     You watch for rain.
     Staring blindly,
     you believe it will come.
     You have faith,
     you say.

It is in your nature
to trust in what you need.

     Nature does not need you.

I witch for water.
…you watch for rain.

Originally published in Stone Path Review – Spring 2014: Volume 3, Issue 10


12 thoughts on “Drought

      1. Haha! Well I’m envious of anyone who can write prose. I’ve tried so many times, but I just don’t have the stamina for it. I’ll have to go take a gander at your work soon. 🙂

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