Thirst Poem by Jaxsun Castro Horn

On a warming June,
the twins are still at play.
So many degrees past noon,
she wish to frolic the water as they.

A voice looms amongst the trees,
under blue fabric of white squares.
She summons an instant breeze,
to the casted shadows of her green hair.

She cues the finches to sing,
soothing and easily.
Softly, “I’ve waited, wondering
of whom will visit me.'

''Find refuge here on my silent land.
Whisper me all your burdens.
My breath will assoil your hands
and bury them in this garden.''

''Come closer and touch me.
I am too thirsty to cry.
Lay your brow upon mine gently,
and let it rain before July.''

When the lion appears,
water is scarce once more.
The twins are gone from here,
gone to a faraway shore.

Sometimes her friends come and go,
but the tree remain rooted in staid.
If her thirst returns tomorrow,
she'll remember the tears they gave.