It Rained


Lost in a monsoon torrent

I see light

Tremulous on trembling leaves

And wet scented earth

Watching a raindrop prism

Reflecting

Splashing birds in puddles

And tender tendrils

Bursting from cocoon seeds

Into life…..

….. on soggy banks

where waters raged

In a turmultons flood

And brown, bouncing babes

were swept away,

And the beggar’s empty bowl

was shattered

Against a pot of shining brass

In a swirling torrent

My children play

with paper boats

Uncaring of the Dead.

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