Dry

Drops against the sun soaked pavement 
Rise again, a puff of smoke,
Yearning for a liquid rest

Dancing on the autumn cover, 
Rustling leaves crunch underfoot,
Yellowed grass that lies beneath 

Desert skies stretched clear and blue 
Roaming ‘cross the golden sands
Yelling to the wide expanse

Dragging pen across the page
Rasping as the ink runs thin
Yielding product nonetheless

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