Between the Rain and Sun

We live in drought
   As summer sings to fall
My wandering clothes
   Have filled with filth through all
A sunny view
  Along the road I came
To pray for peace
   On a night of calming rain
The rooftop tiles
   Have washed with water’s lash
The rusted drains
   Have carried off the ash
Along the harbor east
   I walk as water flows
Perhaps somewhere
   There’s someone else who knows
My heart is clear
   As air begins to chill
Another land
   Contains desires still

at the bottom of the forest

at the bottom of the forest
within the dark pearl
where we have come to rest
from echoes and voices
so still
the universe has barely cracked
and the grass stays silent

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