Blackbird Archive← v14n2, Fall 2015Poetry · Volume 14, Number 2
I say arid and the room says storm
notwithstanding the semitropical climate, drought.
chaparral not a lifestyle choice but, for better & often worse, a biome.
some stones recall that once was underwater.
thunder’s nothing if not flirtatious.
these days, no more than a thimbleful.
& the tap colored like something I’d thank you to not imagine.
