Photo ©Hamed Tahamtan
How did the heat shrink
and blow away in green torrents
of sea-wash, cloud-borne
on thrashing horse winds?
Fissures in the cracked skin
of the earth riffle with downy
bristles, the shrivelled flowers
of summer, filled now, running
with dry dust after the soaking rain.
Earth sighs and sings beneath
the plucked chords of rain strings
yet the music runs through open
fingers, soaking into gaping heat-wounds,
water in a desert of weeping