Empty
By Mona Wanlass

 

parched fine
loess silt
Empty is the well

wind swept
dry stone
Mouth where echoes dwell

pray rain
whet lips
Tend this barren cell

fill pail
sate me
Empty is the well

 
Mona can be reached at Ciquing1[at]cs.com.

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