Thirsty Lips I Found Poem by Manonton Dalan

unseen hand writes with fire
up in darkness of swollen sky
rolling empty drums of summer
crashing ice from molten glacier
come down quick; please we need
for our thirst and to ease curse

i feel dust on my dried fingers
skinny corn cobs deprive of kernels
crickets nibble drying stalks
harsh wind create rasping sound
i wasn't alone i saw bowlynette
her silk dress matching her parasol

i want to join her in her walk
cool wind came i look up to talk
must be today i could see horizon
steam coming off ground as it pours
i run to shed where she's sitting
she smiles; kiss and hugs for greeting