The desert
motel pool
was empty
and dry.
The diving
board
the tongue
of a
gaping,
parched
mouth.
Even the
flower box
cacti
panted.
The hose
only
coughed up
dust.
Gospel
A lot
of sin
cities,
but no
one
turns to
salt.
We save
coupons
instead
of our
souls.
Faith
is what
we have
in a
good
warranty.
Gregory Liffick has had several poems published in print and online journals, as well as two chapbooks. He is also a teacher, artist and musician.
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