The Well-Digger Poem by Sonny Rainshine

The Well-Digger

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This drought of serendipity,
famine of the heart,
this dry spell.

This caesura
of expectation.

The well-digger knows
where ice-cold springs
are buried.

The well-digger knows
where to look
for things that flow.

The well-digger
has grown old
and has forgotten where
the water runs,
where the water runs.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bobby Hamby 04 May 2006

feels like a revival of creative critical thought i enjoyed it much

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