Trance on the beach
... and the incessant roar
of the phosphorescent seas
...
Just about a couple
of hours of flying
Air pockets
A hideous storm
...
Should I, then rejoice
at every sunny break
and mourn,
with every cloud cover..
...
Its dripping slowly
and the ancient trees
are also wet and
dripping in peace
...
Freshly uprooted sugarcane
crushed, iced and served in a glass
by the highway
...
Reading poems has been a favorite pastime. Sometimes, though, an idea floats into my mind...)
Rains!
The rain..
Sheets of grey froth
battering the unholy
city,
Puddles,
roadside streams
Flashfloods bearing down
relentlessly
Tearing down
Shantytown..
Drenched,
shivering souls
And it pours
It pours even more,
without the slightest
pity