then light came, late

Colour disappeared from the day

a movie set we watched from far

set described sheets of rain,

for so it was though green

was drinking.

 

So that when light came, late,

camellia stirred, rose bloomed

light, a sudden litany of life

was made oddly imperfect.

 

Now I hear the crr crr steady

as waves  as if rain grew wings

and tickled the soil with chuckles.

 

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