FROM A DRY LAKE BED

FROM A DRY LAKE BED.

Come,

old

fossils,

lift with breezes

from a dry lake bed

when the Sahara sneezes.

Create a billowing dust curt-aain.

Chad’s tan wind clouds blow

to the west,

again.

Laden

with

pearl

phosphorus,

across the Atlantic Ocean

ride on high,

past giant waves and

sailing ships,

past islands, lazing in the sun,

                                                                        to sigh,

to hear a mighty jungle scream.

Top soils,

depleted.

Nature’s coat,

 a ragged green.

Now,

lay down your bounty.

                                                                     Allow this flora

                                                                      to flourish

                                                                   and gleam.

 Nature’s cycle comes every year,

allows nutrients

 to

reappear.

Amazon River,

dreaming,

flows,

enriching

 sediments.

So it goes!

VGow

26/07/18