Forest

Dry Ocean A free writing exercise from around 2017 Like a tearing river of glass the rain drips down from the roof Like an invisible rainbow of curtain A red noise above the blue sky Mr. Sun shines down and the rain keeps falling but the plants are thirsty Towards the dry ocean the water flows over thirsty grass and thirsty people mouths open to the falling drops Eyes pen to the rising fog and rainbow Open weariness does not exist The rain melts it all away and people shout Fingers tingle and the cries of birds flash against pink sunset Dark but soft against the ombre Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar Her memories of tingling fingertips fade.