Saturday, 13 November 2021

#682 - the rain requires its own poem


 


14.xi.21

682

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the rain requires its own poem

 

too patient for a tune

it tells a roof

it runs a garden path to stream

gathers tank to tap

 

which brings us to the drought before

unbreakable but never sent

no accident, neither intention

the rain falls for a fact

 

admit geography is luck

wind taller than trees, than days

the thunder thrash and dance

minute of hail, a thrilling hour

 

frog sheltering therein

which is a waste of petals, leaves

rain lays the page with tide, forgets

itself – sodden page stuck tome

 

the sun shone after

who’ll remember where it fell?

an after-trickle in the glisten green

come down in this last shower

 










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