Dry Spell

Each small reservoir in the state
settles into the role of a mud puddle.

The furious music of downpours
is a dusty memory.

The chollas’ opportunistic roots keep it fat
a few weeks longer than the sunflowers.

I recognize nature’s droop
from football games

where we left it all on the field
but lost in the waning seconds.

The sun overheats the air
and allows the rain clouds

to defy gravity
while crossing over the mountains heading east.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

Two Inch Hailstones

I heard talk
that Apple’s ear buds
are set to burst
with enough force
to cause
or decapitation.

This will take place
when earthly violence
overmatches kindness
and some cloud algorithm
initiates Rapture
regardless of diverse faiths.

No matter
if this is truth
or internet rumor
the weather
will continue
to mystify
the forecasters
espousing national
and international

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney


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