Yellow Grass and Swift Waters
by KenAllan Dronsfield
Spring storms and tempests rage
Black clouds, winded trees falter
Dry deserts, now rain on the sage
Yellow grass and rising swift water.
Neighborhoods covered, lawns gone
Basements full of snakes and fish
Small boats troll flooded town roads
Flowing yellow grass; swift water rising.
Desperate weep as waters run deep
humidity on the rise, the waters fell today
misery and stench foul air and grounds
Yellow grass is still, swift water’s gone away.
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