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Listen to these green plants pleading beseeching you would think they'd be used to it by now but every year the same old thing look the rain is finished folks you're on your own now nine months before the next shower this is how leaves suffocate see the gray dust clogging their pores hear them choking under a wind thrown blanket this is how they drown brittle and crackling the grasses soon the weight of a starving grasshopper will be enough to snap them shrubs will dump their curled up castoffs earthwards scribbled twigs alone will remain from now on only the thieving airplants will thrive viral invaders ******* sap from reluctant hosts who can ill afford to accommodate them now patient rocks are emerging from cover each a palette of vivid lichens sundecks for snakes and lizards now that the clamouring grass is gone the land lies baking withdrawn curling into herself even the air sighs slumps soon fire will come to cannibalise the undergrowth play chasey through the dry grass send ants scurrying downstairs flip a nod to the big old cactuses tickle the toes of the mesquites- who will stand stoic observing the pillage around their hot feet and shrug resigned seen it all before they are above it all really fire will play homage to their indifference lay down a black velvet carpet wind will whistle up tiny tornadoes of ash to pirouette and perish everyone will accept the inevitable eventually and just knuckle down to wait it out in a state of trance floating                   on a dream                                       of rain Tricia Lambert Mexico Nov 2010
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:07 AM UTC
END OF THE RAINY SEASON
Listen to these green plants pleading beseeching you would think they'd be used to it by now but every year the same old thing look the rain is finished folks you're on your own now nine months before the next shower this is how leaves suffocate see the gray dust clogging their pores hear them choking under a wind thrown blanket this is how they drown brittle and crackling the grasses soon the weight of a starving grasshopper will be enough to snap them shrubs will dump their curled up castoffs earthwards scribbled twigs alone will remain from now on only the thieving airplants will thrive viral invaders ******* sap from reluctant hosts who can ill afford to accommodate them now patient rocks are emerging from cover each a palette of vivid lichens sundecks for snakes and lizards now that the clamouring grass is gone the land lies baking withdrawn curling into herself even the air sighs slumps soon fire will come to cannibalise the undergrowth play chasey through the dry grass send ants scurrying downstairs flip a nod to the big old cactuses tickle the toes of the mesquites- who will stand stoic observing the pillage around their hot feet and shrug resigned seen it all before they are above it all really fire will play homage to their indifference lay down a black velvet carpet wind will whistle up tiny tornadoes of ash to pirouette and perish everyone will accept the inevitable eventually and just knuckle down to wait it out in a state of trance floating                   on a dream                                       of rain Tricia Lambert Mexico Nov 2010
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tricia-lambert
New Zealander
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:07 AM UTC
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