Thirst

3. prompt: location

Occupancy in brief bursts
- in a warm car, parked,
on a path where river
runs muddy, drowning
the reeds that filled its
belly in drought - to see
this river running slakes thirst.

The cafe makes great coffee
but seats are wet so they sit
outdoors protected by ridged
metal one says is like hers,
at home. They talk incessantly,
trade secrets, places. 
In brief bursts, slake thirsts.

Weeding and pruning, she
talks to the birds, the plants.
While she works, listens
to their exchanges of views.
And questions: who will find
the juiciest tidbit first? She
swigs water to slake thirst.