In a Station, Of the Desert (an adaptation of Ezra Pound)

Poetry

Steady as

Brick. Wet face drips.

All over, petals become trash; stuck.

Silent, the delicate splash of

rain water pollutes

your hard bodied stance.

The bougainvillea, pink wet

paper thin – rose;

dilutes what you meant to say.

Unexpected rain puts a silly girl in perspective.

Love what may.

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