Dry Ocean


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.

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