Michael Pogran

A Drink of Water

Grandpa and I turned toward the house
leaving our humble garden,
to enter the cool breezy kitchen off the back porch.

Turning the tap,
the water began to flow
ker-plunking into the empty watering can.

Re-emerging from our summer sanctuary
Into the sweltering heat,

we worked, watering
the parched sandy dirt.

Our little southern seedlings,
accepting our gracious gift,

a drink of water.




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