Out of Reach

the clouds slid over the mountain

     flat and fat … their grey bellies heavy with water

what they hoarded

     teasing us with it / dangling it over our heads

out of reach

we shot arrows at them

and guns

a physical manifestation of our frustration

when thunder rumbled … it seemed like they were laughing at us

     those cold, cruel clouds

chuckling at the puny humans

so powerless and weak

and thirsty

so thirsty

Wylde Abandyn 09/21/11

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