Thursday, September 22, 2016

Watering--By d. n. simmers--Canada


 So it is hot again. 
 And the dried ground
 is cracking.
 As if here is where a desert is being formed.
 Maybe in fifteen years
 if the clouds go further north.
 With the trees shrinking and dying.
 No news of rain.
 So even the water coming
 out the tap and down is hot.
 Like it has been dancing
 on the pavement 
 before belching out
 before it was tricked and tickled
 and squeezed by shaken down and out.

 d. n. simmers is an on line editor with Fine Lines. He is in will be in Poetry Salzburg  Review, the  Storyteller, Iconoclast, Plainsongs, California Quarterly, Poets  Touchstone, Bluestem, and  Nomad's  Choir. He is on line in, red  river review, new american digital, storyacious, and word  press. He is in an newly  launched anthology Royal City Poets ( 4) and was in Van Gogh's Ear, Paris  France. 


  1. An important witness poem and so glad you shared it here.
    The image of "dancing on the pavement...really creative.
    Thank you.

  2. d.n.,
    Wow! Your poetry is in so many places. Congrats! And great job with this poem, you did a fine job.
    Your friend,
    David Fox