The Well That Becomes Dry

your rope and pail
shall find no use now

for the well that used to give you water
has gone dry

utter a word to it
and what you hear is nothing but an echo

dropp a coin
there will be no ripples anymore

a fish lives there
now dead buried on the cracks of the soil

inside is the emptiness
that it will keep till the next rain

the rope shall accumulate
dust
the pail shall have its own
rust.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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