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Poetic License: ‘Drought’

By JOE PACHECO - | Mar 9, 2021

PHOTO PROVIDED Joe Pacheco

For months and months

I have wandered

This limitless desert of block

Not a drop of fresh word falls

On my parched page

Not a metaphor or simile in sight

In my dry delirium

Mirages and images

Tantalize beyond the margins

I pray for a manna of words

To fall and deluge my pages

I suck on old poems to stay alive