Impending

it was a horrible scene
of a drying river bed
where a school of
fish surrender
to their waterless state
grasping for breath
to an impending death

there is no sign of a dark
cloud's hands to help
the eye of the sun stared
their bodies hang
on the air that they do not need

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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