Saturday, March 29, 2014

First Rain - poem

                          Raindrops parry through
                          the particulate air
                         splattering on roofs
                         crusted with dust and pollen
                         crashing onto smog laden leaves,  
                         to finally pelt cement and asphalt,
                         shattering the drops
                         a thousand times again.

                Alleyways creased with ancient urine
                and sticky dried bin seepage
                receive their shower with a stink,
                while endless roadways moisten, fill,
                their gaining waters
                mixing and running with lurid oils
                gyrating on their surfaces.

                On nearby hills,
                parched beds and ravines,
                rivulets begin, join arms,
                becoming streams
                to anoint the arid land once again.

                Twigs soften, stones move, bark swells
                and birds find feasts everywhere.
                Even coyote and cougar somehow know
                their prey will be rounder soon.

                Rinsing the canyons and landscapes,
                the clouds with their rain,
                the perfect tilt of the earth,
                have done their stellar work.

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