we drove northwest
toward a distant
dark smudge of granite
through low oak-studded
folds resting golden
as fallen pears
in the full midday sun
katydids rasped messages
in complex code
urgent answers
to the problem of rain
which would pass
to the south or slide
down the eastern slopes
if it fell at all
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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