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

 Watering

 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 poetrymag.com, 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.