Nonsense.

Intermittently, raindrops had been
Collecting as beads, minute.

To-morrow knew no now-
Flapper imposing as a bystander in her midst (To-morrow's).

So flattering, they murmur,
And where has the bread gone?

Tongues in concert, complimenting
The news: Behold!

In moments, they mutter together.
Speculating, spectating with low eyes.

Childless and wailing,
Her hands claw clay.

A train passes by a junction.

"Lay by the water with me."
(She begs you with her eyes as well.)

A crowd waits.

The water is disturbed.
She drinks from it.

A person (now a nascent passenger) takes a seat. They all stare at phones.

"Come," She insists longingly:
"Drink from the water with me."

Empty, blue sky and now-empty tracks mutely think nothing.

The woman says more.
You listen.