Can't You See It Coming?

Authors

  • Marge Piercy

DOI:

https://doi.org/10.14452/MR-058-07-2006-11_6

Keywords:

Political Economy

Abstract

Fires crackle in the brittle trees
bled dry by drought, the grass,
bleached straw on the dusty hills
where rain no longer falls
in what used to be its season

Published

2006-12-06

Issue

Section

Poetry