Dry Season

by Pam Newham

Between you and me
It’s wearing me down.
I’m wrung out.
Weather-beaten.
 
When will the rains come?
 
The sweet rain of deliverance.
The sweet rain of voices
to wash away
the false-hearted
with their smiling lies,
paper-thin promises,
plots and schemes.
 
The desiccated dream.

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