Monday, May 31, 2010

Window Poetry

The rain is falling
Like a paratrooper
Diving over

It cries out
In silence
As it’s braving
The New World.

Gusts much like
Blow it
To and fro.

Cars below like
Ships off shore
Are attacking
With pollution.

In the form
Of lightening
Blast apart the clouds.

The home
It risked so
Much to save
Is nearing gone.

Fellow drops
Like planes
To dogfight.

They cross, combine
And fire
Moisture into
Water bullets.

The rain hits
A window in
A quaintly home
With Christmas lights.

‘This must be heaven’
Thinks a droplet
As its insides
Fall away.

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