Poetry

Drought had entered 
into grass roots. 
It was a perfect landing. 
 
Sequential. You are 
chopped into pieces. A shoal 
of fish will make you disappear. 
 
The vacancy will call 
a choreographed entry. The 
descent will find a goldenrod. 
 
Snow-capped peaks. It 
is difficult to stay for a long time. 
You climb down. River remains dry.