Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

I am not of this Kansas land;
my feet rooted in the earth
two states removed.
Yet I know of crops baked by the sun
of streams sucked dry by the heat.
There, as here,
pleas are sent skyward
for watery drops to bring rebirth
to fill the bins
to feed the world.

— Lou Eisenbrandt

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