Water my plants
Come water my plants
They are thirsty
Thin
Drooping to the ground
Missing the soft kiss of cool water
Come water my plants
Summer sun has laid them down
Deflating their purpose to flat squares
No dimension, only drought
Come water my plants
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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I cannot believe there’s just one more to write! I hope you are all preparing your cookies and gold stars and heaps of compliments for me and my obvious fortitude.
One cycle ending
Another will begin soon
Hope like a balloon
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