Dearth (Poem)

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Photo by Paul Martini.


By Austin Holmes

Walking along the dry streambed
in late summer

I am not so accustomed
to such dense foliage here

yet those two dead cottonwoods
remain, consistent on the bank

side by side are these
twin shadows of lightning

the cracked, platy soil
curls like singed paper

cow prints gouge the surface
like tumid black wounds

in one, a web resides
spanning the shade-gorged remnant

the water is trapped
in the shells of leaves