New Desert


Days of color and cool,
now a time of waiting,
without a change
and no drops crying,

Dry heat lingers,
some trickery at play?
Students back to school,
just brown along the way,

Summer sun ablaze
baking the earth,
the plants, the people,
no chance for rebirth.

Gone are the seasons
I once knew when young;
wanting water and reason,
the whole state undone.

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