dry yards wild

 

absence of water
even a drop of dew
all liquid things
despising blue
tearless eyes
waterless sea
who plays there
in dry yards wild
no one and nothing
loves the drought
and cactus and camels

 

2014

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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5 Responses to dry yards wild

  1. kgbethlehem says:

    nice poem, really like your flow..

  2. Reblogged this on seekingstories and commented:
    Chester is killing it

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