Rain-ku
by beighartman
The deluge bursts forth
Drowning fragile blades of grass
Worms emerge for breath
The deluge bursts forth
Drowning fragile blades of grass
Worms emerge for breath
three years it has been,
twelve changing seasons,
and more seasoned years to come.
beer completes the
perfect atmosphere warped
large moon while driving
home filled night
tantalizing clouds
hold out hope of rain;
perhaps there will be fireworks.
Above my head
Clothes of varied colors hang
Nearly suffocating
Raindrops pricking skin
Percussion against city rooftops
Soaking the arid earth
cute neighborhood kids
pet our dog and read us books.
(i can practically hear your ovaries quiver.)
soil sifts through fingers
as sunlight warms my neck;
imagined futures brilliantly bloom.
