Drought. A poem by Niall O’Connor

I need rain , and maybe rainbows .
The trees are discarding their leaves ,
stressed by the dry winds and wheeling sun.
Even the fig tree is shrinking its cover,
to reveal stunted, juvenile offspring.
I need rain, and a return to a conversation with the sky;
an end to this overheated cocoon,
and a break with this virus enforced drought.

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