transpiration

the cracked earth,
yellow weeds--waving
dry,

cut the sky, cast it
in the dust,

remember, when it
would race,

rush, cold--carry
peak to valley

leave remnants of
its reification,
pooled in their roots

the pasture dreams,

beneath the banks
the river darts
between the rocks

seeps upwards
rises,

is taken, unfinished
upwards,

promises to come again