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by Marcus Lane

This well drained dry
Of water words
And reflected images.

Its bucket
Scraped dry walls,
Clanked and
Echoed hollow

In the empty depths.

The parched earth croaks
Its plea for the patter
Of refreshment

The means to bare
Green shoots


Posted on 06/09/2010
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