In the heat of summer as afternoon
wears on as octogenarians care for
their flower gardens & sprinklers jet
across expanses of lawn the water
level in the water tower of each
little town slowly goes down
So much of what I’ve been given
slips through my fingers evaporates
into open air goes down the drain
So much sweat so many tears
over lesser desires I’ve aspired to
have weighted my prayers for years
with disgruntled self-tickling sighs
over what has come to nothing
Yahweh I pray now for rain
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