August Seventh
Earth so dry
Beginning to
relinquish hold on
a landscape slowly losing the
struggle to dig deep enough for life
sustaining moisture – sprinklers small comfort.
Into each heated
night, cicadas loose
a relentless, high-pitched plea – no relief
and dawn arrives – gray as the day before.
And yet – yet
the strawberry pot has
more runners than ever, taking
root willy-nilly in the gravel under foot
Around the corner, hand
watered grapes offer hope as
one by one orbs display a faint blush of color.
