Wednesday, April 18, 2012

National Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge, Poem #13

Praying for Rain

Beaded heat layered against her upper lip
  blanketed late afternoon sun
  the clouds cry the long low rumble of rain not falling
  and the river echoes back in thirsty barely lapping waves
  the miserable gods of June.
She has a spot beneath the shady arm of the church
  a wide brimmed hat and an iced drink exhaling hope
  she folds damp hands across the exhausted length of her stomach
  interlocks her fingers, grimacing unhappy clammy
The steeple watches the clouds advance
  a broad chested phalanx of thunderheads
  the street dust dances, she rises supplicant
  as she mops her forehead, then tugs her sweat-damp dress
  from her waist, one shoulder and then the other.

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