The bucket is dry

The bucket is dry

With no more water in the well

The river an empty bed

There is no slaking

The thirst

For more

The salt of the earth

Has been bartered

The land

Barely worth a handful of beans

Not enough

To build a step ladder

From the desert

To the moon

Where a wish

Can be carried on a star

One stop too far

Solar flares

Windblown angel dust

Kicking up a storm

Salt the clouds

Let the rain fall

Hope is a diuretic

Insulin to the diabetic

Turn the tap

Listen to the grass grow

Before the plug

Is pulled

Hot life blood

Will drain

Through the hole

Until the bucket is dry

Is it ever too late to cry?