When rain dances
The rain danced on the windscreen.
As each a diamond -
Smashing forth…,
into a million, billion, quintillion new
lives!
New lives in old -
The poet sits like a poor Christian
waiting in a brittle silence,
A dove, a Jew in a gentile town looking
for gold in the drenched gutter -
The misty image of the past, there, and
yet fragmented in the now…
in the freshly revealed….Now.
After the last breath, leaves.
Nothing remains.
Just air, water, fire, earth. Then.
Nothing remains –
No hope - no optimism – no regrets
Nothing remains
First appeared in The Screech Owl.
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