Salvage

Though it rains
Such a dry day
On the vacant plain

The not know
Of words unsaid
Field fallow

The comic strip
Without a smile
Nondescript

The faltered step
The dusty road
Dead set

The tearful eye
Wiped away
The curlew's cry

Then the open door
A smile of sun
Across the moor

After the rain 
I breathe again.

JL April 9 12:06