Richard Dinges, Jr.

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Rain Prayer

In a sky made
of dust, light glows
pale shades of gray,
no beads of rain
to build rainbows,
only a rusted
view of hillsides
coated in dead
grass, a burnt
offering to no
god, thunder
a distant hum
that rises from
gopher holes
that crumble
underfoot.

Richard Dinges, Jr. works on his homestead beside a pond, surrounded by trees and grassland, with his wife, two dogs, two cats, and eighteen chickens. The Orchards, Tipton Poetry Journal, Blue Lake Review, Wilderness House, and WINK most recently accepted his words for their publications.