The poems in And Drought Will Follow are haunted by a father’s memory and the items that remain: a compass, a cane, a coin. “The pool / remembers briefly / everything that touched it,” Potts writes in “Standing Water,” and these poems remember too. The book’s title prepares us to expect the drought, the loss, that will inevitably come, yet Potts also offers us rivers and rain, pools and ponds, and he sends us off with kisses and music, with life pushing forward.
