one thing that’s changed here
summer clouds visit more
mostly the gentle and pale-faced
that float like shattered glaciers
in a hot blue sea
overhead steppingstones
so easy to eye-jump
the darkly dressed ones
seem to sulk in the mountains
that surround this place
watch the withering
where death creeps
inside life’s shadows
deaf to our prayers
for rain even with rage
still
today feels
like a day of mercy
a tiny bit of grace
though I know
that’s faulty thinking
for what’s up there
out there
is lacking a heart
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