DRY HOPE
The wind comes in the night rattling the open flaps of my tent. Is that rain? The long waiting dry hopes for rain. Crinkling, electric wind but no rain, moist winds teasing at the thirsty ground is picking any remaining moisture from the soil to tease another waiting ear.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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