Feb 1, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
Terrain, and Thirst, and Tilt
©February 1st, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
A slow stream struggles
Through baked terrain, which awaits
Rain, which never comes.
Hope flows more slowly
The days wing past storm shadows
What will ease this thirst?
Tilting axis here.
What compass can we follow
When the poles reverse?
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