Subterranean springs lace even the cities,
spurt from deep crimson dirt
and dark bristled roots.
Trial and error of the dowsing stick leads
to bird bodies
landing on black puddles.
Water is everywhere in this drought.
Underneath the jack-hammered concrete,
blinking city buildings, and cars.
Like an astral landscape below us, these constellations
of waterways. A finite space, echoed—
reflection with the cover on.