Saturday, June 6, 2009

It Hail Stormed



The sun guffawed.

By evening he laughed into weariness

And the weary sky grew grave,


The buildings stood lonely spectators.

Leafless trees swayed in protest,

And then, she lashed her abuses on earth.


I smiled inside, for she finally spoke.

I wanted to console her and learn from her.

I opened my window to catch her pearly explicits


I didn’t see them for the sun had resigned

Half-blind, I saw them as white glows.

But I felt them.


The earth ate all her wrath,

But I still have a few of it.

Let it sink into my soul.

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