Drought

In a second visit

the thunderhead has refused

a release of spirits.

Rumbling élan

in the hallowed hopper of

its factory.

The first time was expected.

The second is forever

a rebuke

and remains the second

til myriads cry

release

and a limit breaks in unison.

Because we have stoked the heat

and prized the sugarloaf.

Grasses recede in manicured clay.

Thunderhead removes to silkscreen

as we clack

the instruments

for our latest fire-tongs punch.