sky opens its vault,
coin-bright brisk pelting wish drops,
all a fountain and gasp-laughs:
run for tree, rain-shade cover
hand clasped through soaked sheets of wind
tongues loose as waves,
jagged breath, snag it on running,
not on how all is surface, shape soaked through,
color clung to it, saturated, don’t mention
the lightness of stroke, wiping the rivulet
of cheek, caught remarking how wetter
then wet we are, ignore tone, the
new moon pupils
fall in the lines
over the lips, dip
o
It’s been raining here a lot
so i can really relate to this poem! I particularly like how the words flow like rain too.
Crafty Green Poet