#225 ~ Summerain

And the Summer rain keeps falling

A scattering of hands

glistening through fragmenting sunlight.

It’s really just a sum of some rain

trickling over the barren terrain

lush with the oily body of tarmac which sweats and glistens

like molten onyx in this strange

summerain.

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