When rain dances
The rain danced on the windscreen.
As each a diamond -
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.
Just air, water, fire, earth. Then.
Nothing remains –
No hope - no optimism – no regrets
First appeared in The Screech Owl.
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