Black Rain

June 04, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

so what if trees reach?
like us,
they have a need
to write poetry on the paper sky.

does it not hurt?
to think of the sky
—which holds us
in and
keeps us
together—-

crumbled
and wrung out

leaking our poetry
into a black rain 
that keeps washing us
away?

 

Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved.

 


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