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DROUGHT 

In my garden
buds go limp
before they bloom--
wishful thinking
on a tired stalk.

My hose snakes out
but we can't bring
the real relief they crave.

Down deep and dry
the rich earth sleeps
under a tightfisted sky.

Carolyn Lehman

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