Friday, October 9, 2015

2015 OctPoWriMo #9: From My Hometown

From my hometown
-a never-ending summer

The cement shatters
at footsteps -- a handful,
a hundred, hundred thousand
come and gone  --  
by time and weight
and the pressing need
to move on
toward something

I know the heat
did not break the foundation,
nor lack of water pull sweat from
my bones.  Still, the chin tips
and still the hand lifts
shield from the burning sun.

And I pray, one voice --  
with a handful,
with a hundred, with more --  
for the drizzling ease
of cloud wrung to breeze
wisping and long-since done.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was the "elements" which makes me think of water which makes me think of drought which is every day and...yeah.

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