No Water Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

No Water



No water

The land is thirsty in Portugal.
Dams are like wadies
despair and dust
not yet noticed by city dwellers.
Flush their loos with enthusiasm
buy potable water
At the supermarket
More expensive than wine.
Meanwhile, tourists
Love Portugal
Naturally, they didn't come
For rain.

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