Parched Green

The drought goes on,
And all the small
And large things left
Out on their own—

Not you, not pets—
Have got to find
Some wet to live,
And some won’t live

That still live yet.
You’ve got your own
Droughts—low cash flow,
Lost work, bad debts—

You’ll drown in droughts
To keep lawns wet
And gulp down doubts.
Well, this well’s left.