Water Rites

The thirsty people of earth
have not enough drinking water.
The wealthy hoard every
pond and puddle.

I’m near the sea.
When the last drops of
fresh are gone from California,
I can bathe there.

The people in the people’s palaces
say we are running dry, after
counting every table and stream.
Texans are taking bottled showers.

A serious switch, either by
our arrogance and stupidity
or boiling sunspots leaking
out heat in witching bubbles.

We can talk water
and the reasons why
it’s gone. I miss
sprinkling porch flowers.

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