7.26.2012

the road home

It is dry here, and hot, hovering near a hundred in what shade there is. The cattle are scrawny, and prices are low. Grazing is poor, and as feed prices rise farmers send their stock to market before the creatures get even thinner. Rumors of rain are the currency of the day, not devalued by the disappointments of cloudbursts in neighboring acres.
Supposed to get some rain today, but I don't know.

1 comment :

Homer Bannon said...

Make mine a mist.


Or a cool and tall No-More-of-This
Great Plain seeking Rain
To exist