the air is chastised and quiet
after the deluge
water in the street
hemorrhages into the gutter
dirt is pummeled into submission
forced to yield fruit and flowers
the sun wants to come out
but waits until it is safe
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
the air is chastised and quiet
after the deluge
water in the street
hemorrhages into the gutter
dirt is pummeled into submission
forced to yield fruit and flowers
the sun wants to come out
but waits until it is safe
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
What great images! I love the way you see the world in this poem!
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I wrote this while standing on my head 🙂 Thanks! ❤
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