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As the Sun pours its rays on Earth's dust
Airless clouds whirl in russet and rose
Rivers sink into cracks in the crust
Grasses burn as a dreadful wind blows

There were years when the mallows grew tall
Scarlet petals would sip on the dew
When the mist from a cool waterfall
Wetted rocks where the mosses once grew

Wading birds stalked their prey in the ponds 
That the beavers had fashioned from creeks
Lady ferns produced copious fronds
Made to moisten the wading birds' beaks

Lack of snow did away with the streams
Lack of plants led to ever less rain
We accepted extremer extremes
But we hoped for a less painful pain

We watch robins peck dirt to find food
In days past, they found worms everywhere
But as drought baked away plenitude
Easy meals grew increasingly rare

They say corn on the cob was a treat
That our grandparents ate long ago
Maize was bred to survive summer heat
But not hundreds of days in a row

Warming waters drove fish from the shores
And the size of the catches went down
Now we never find fish in the stores
Under ninety-nine dollars a pound

Steaming trucks inch along buckled roads
River barges lay trapped in the sand
Cargo pilots fly overweight loads
And then pray for a safe place to land

Global warming exceeded our fears
Now there's nothing the experts can do
All their warnings just fell on deaf ears
And the poets are drying... up... too...
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Retro Haiku
Black olives swimming
in a pool of French dressing
in a wooden bowl
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Bumblebee Boy
The bumblebees that stung me
   had a hole
The bumblebees that stung me
   had a role:
To defend their nest
   from unwelcome guests
The bumblebees that stung me
   had a hole.

The bumblebees that stung me
   had a hole
Their hole was by the front door
   near a pole
One of us boys
   had this idea
(Don't recall who, 
   possibly me?)
To have a little fun
   with that bee hole.

The bumblebees aflight
   had work to do
We sat and watched them
    fly out in and through
Clever boys,
    we played our trick:
We dug a fake hole
   with a stick
And covered up the hole
   they were accustomed to.

What fun it was to watch
   the bees explore
They couldn't find the way
   to their front door
Could not get in,
   could not get out,
Those bumblebees
    flew all about
We boys had won our battle
   -- not the war.

We eventually grew tired
    of our game
The boys went home for lunch,
   I did the same.
As I walked toward
   our kitchen door
One bumblebee
   gave me what-for:
She stung me on my ear
   and made me pay.

I yelled real loud and
   ran in to my mommy
She flicked the bee away
   and tried to calm me
I didn't tell her
   of our game,
Our craven plot,
   what it entailed,
And so my mom felt
   very, very sorry.

But lest you think that
   nature had its way
A garden hose was
   summoned the next day
Down the hole it went
   flooding out the residents
So the bumblebees that stung me
   went away.
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