Before the siren sounds its clarion call
The earache drives us underground
Where around our ankles begins to pool
Enough water to garden all season.
Followed by season of acorns' bitter dust
To parch the mouth
And bloomless wild roses
The nose forgets.
Drought and Tornado
Apathy and Excess
Moods of a bipolar mother
In need of her lithium.
Yes! And it is her offspring, as is so often the case, who have driven her over the edge:)
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