The long grass, heavy
with raindrops, far in the mind
from the southern drought.
Maybe a giant northwest to southeast water pipe, and a payment meter halfway along.
Just been watching a well-known TV quiz in which the winners sometimes go home with a four-figure jackpot. Before the final round, contestants say what they would spend the money on if they win. I find these days that I hope the ones who would spend the cash on a CO2-farting mega jet trip are the ones who will lose.