Author, Gourmet Chef, and Ping Pong Champ!


January 21st, 2014 Evelyn Cole

The dust gets to us
sneaks into our lungs, cars,
houses, and hearts

Our green beauty disappeared
We’re seeing death
In every field
every breaking tree
every bull grazing dirt
every buzzard flying in circles

We beg for rain
for clouds to seed
for snow to melt
into our drying lakes

so we can grow grapes
for the wine
we need to toast
our thirsty Central Coast
January 20, 2014

Written by Evelyn Cole

Evelyn Cole

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