Drought

A boat sits on dry
Cracked land
Brilliant blue sky above
Heat rises shimmering
From the lake bed
With heavy footsteps
Little ones trudge
Dragging sticks
Dusts barely flies
Too dry to
Even rise
They sit in the shade
Of the boat
Eyes closed imagining
Coolness
Imagination fails
They trudge back
Home through
Dried stalks barren
Of sweet corn
Crackling grass breaks
Where it should bend
Inside there is not reprieve
Tension stalks around
The house like a thirsty
Panther waiting to pounce
No money for seed
No water for seed
No crops for money
Endless circles go round and round
Like the sun goes up and down
Little feet go up and down
As they swing
On the tire
That cracks and melts
In the heat
Everything cracks and melts
In the heat

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