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

Photo by Anthony Lee on Unsplash

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