Cracked snails on the pavement
ending trails
That never led nowhere
Since they were led by thirst

Thirst for a new spring rain,
New blossoms that will melt-
And children, so many children-
These promises are never meant to be kept.

Yet we make them
Draw them on muddy waters with humid sticks
'Cause it's spring.
The drought will kill them all
A bit later

Right now we're busy dreaming big

Of sunburn