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Where's the wind when I need it?


by Ben Ingram


Where's the wind when I need it?
To whisk the heat away,
To cool my face
In this arid place
Of dust and cracking clay.

The rain has yet to come
To dampen the desert ground,
To hydrate and wash me 
To replenish and preserve me
Until I might be found.

Is anybody out there,
Or am I all alone?
Not a sight or sound
Of a human around
To help me find my home.

My stomach incessantly grumbles
but there isn't a bite to eat.
I'm starving and shaking and 
baking in the sun like
A worm on hot concrete.

I'm waiting for the night
To extinguish the fiery heat,
So I can finally rest and
Dream of home and friends
And I'll never wake up
To this perilous site.

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