A Season's Echo of PassingRows of dried corn stalks bendA Season's Echo of Passing by `jade-pandora
with the wind that
thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on higher ground,
their husks abandoned-
the flash floods may yet pass them by.
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