Poetry

Sunday, 24 August 2025

Dry spell

 It's a dry spell

And the heat is in my mind

They're clearing out the drains

I'm falling far behind

It's a dry spell

And I'm shooting out my brains

The apples are falling off

The tree limbs

It's a dry spell

And we're waiting for the rains

The well has run dry

The reservoirs are drained

It's a dry spell

And we're waiting for the rain

The brocoli can't grow

No carrots on the trains

The ships masts sway

But there's no wind again

As we're waiting for the rain

It's dry spell in my mind


Gotta asking yourself

If it's you or him

Because the man in the mirror is always

Gonna win

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