Working With Emptiness

Call it what you

May.

A bet or

Wager.

A stay against

Confusion.

An empty jar holds as much rain as a fist.

I was sitting on the

Roof.

The gods ignoring me as

usual.

 I threw the

Jar.

It smashed on the

Ground.

And tilted back my

Head.

Opened my mouth and prayed for

Rain.

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