A summer party

                                   Squirrels, juncos, crows, and jays

Shivoo in the trees

 

Full-sailed armada

                                         Of white galleons aloft

Laden with storm

 

                                          Reaches of tined wire

Scar the indivisible

Fences of conceit

  

  Oh America

                                     When you put your hand in mine

I still feel promise

 

Cool redolent rain

Reminds of the dank forest

I knew as a child

 

                                           The planet still waits

                                         For life-giving rain to fall

On this burning day