The hand that fed

The hand that fed

A Poem by Cheavel DeLuna

Like a desert.

Streams and rivers run dry.

And upon the ground

the cracks begin to show.

A prayer for water.

Scales.

Like a Lizard.

Or a butterfly's wings.

Travel across the ground,

searching for a way

out.


© 2011 Cheavel DeLuna



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Added on September 20, 2011
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Cheavel DeLuna
Cheavel DeLuna

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