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Marcus Lane Feb 2011
The well is dry.
Drained
Of water words
and once-shimmering images.

My bucket has
Scraped down dry walls,
Clanking and
Echoing

In emptiness.

The parched earth croaks
A plea for the patter
Of refreshment:

To bear
Living shoots.
© Marcus Lane 2011

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