Droughted Days
It was in the evening we stumbled upon
twin fawns wearing spots
who ignored our truck.
They pranced side by side on toothpick legs
across the road toward their mother waiting.
It was that same evening we heard
a girl-child’s alarm
about her mom and dad’s hard coughing.
It was the night it rained
and the grass grew greener—
helping us believe
that there were full ponds
somewhere.
It was in the evening we stumbled upon
twin fawns wearing spots
who ignored our truck.
They pranced side by side on toothpick legs
across the road toward their mother waiting.
It was that same evening we heard
a girl-child’s alarm
about her mom and dad’s hard coughing.
It was the night it rained
and the grass grew greener—
helping us believe
that there were full ponds
somewhere.