DroughtLike ancient earthen-ware, Spreads out its dusty, worn Old surface, baked and bare. Above, the polished blue Of a burnished August sky Is an inverted bowl Of every drop drained dry. __May Frink Converse |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 31
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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