Midsummer
Were it not for the well,
the garden would be a desert,
and famine would encroach
across the land.
Donkeys bray in the distance;
there is no fog to obscure them.
They are accustomed to hot weather
being bred for it.
They feed on dry stubble or weeds
and thrive.
We, who are more inclined to luxury,
want cooled air and strawberries.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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