17 March 2015

dry rain

distant sounds
pulsing sirens ebbing
a baby's whimper
closer now
a chime
music played
by angel fingers
but above it all
my heart leaps
the rustle
whispers and sighs
i think drops
steady and strong
and then realization
dry rain
the false wind
dancing in spring
with dying trees
mocking hope
heat invasion
before the first full moon

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