The Dry Sea

The sand has lost its wit
Fishes borrow into the ground
At the sight of a hook, they grit
I hope thunder will ring the sound

The waters have eluded us
Memories drifting in the drain
We’ve heard tales that washed us thus
There is no cloud to usher rain

Even crabs won’t take this crap
Weeds have migrated along banks
Since drought has widened in the gaps
No doubt, the sea has laid out plans.

Vera