the beauty of the endless sky
first the brooks and the streams
and the creeks evanesced
suddenly going back to the well
was not an option
endless skies displayed the prettiest
of the blues in no particular order
ghost white and cerulean
ultramarine and
robin’s egg
the beauty of the skies continued on
for weeks and then months
unnoticed by the inhabitants searching
to quench their thirst
and soon thereafter the rivers ran dry
and the oceans receded
the mass migration had begun
march two thousand sixteen
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