Poem: Rain Over Field

 

Rain Over Field

 

a grey drama of clouds

humors the wail-whipped wind

to cast forth a crying, fickle curse,

 

a spell 

to coax the quick of plants

into lacework orgies 

of spriggish love.  

under a misty maze, uncertain in height,

the nudity of worms 

wriggles its feed-me dance

until it becomes far too clear

the lack-of-sun craves 

seeds of hope.

and yet the lack-of-shine 

in the torpid drops

crashes into ruts too doubtful:

pathways slain to passage,

roads that no longer believe 

in the tenderness of water.

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7/30 .. such a bad poem, chopped it way down, refigured