It took us just sixty years

to slurp up the Ogallala aquifer.
Poets keep asking, “What

if poetry won’t save us?”
It’s fun to say ”Whaat??”

I taught my granddaughter, Renee.
Now she’s ready for first grade.
But, seriously,

we needed that water
for alfalfa.

Isn’t it great how
things we don’t expect

still happen.