Miss You Like the Rain
I miss you like the rain
when sky is closed
to Texas summer’s
dying rose
when flowers bloom
mistakenly
to find no mist
upon there leaves
the earth that strains
and pulls apart
the dry and dusty
cracking heart
of rivers winding
memory
that brought the thirsty
to there knee
the panting wolf
in desert heat
who sees a ghost
he tries to meet
But moving forward
disappears
the moving water
only tears
the corn and wheat
the cropper’s share
birds they feed
in summer air
and dust that travels
aimlessly
without the glue
the earth to flee
in clouds that tear
the eyes and strain
I miss you like
I miss the rain
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