Rain Bucket Poem by fraidoon warasta

with bubbles,
not only
the inky night

moves forward
but also the brush strokes of
high winds above

the forest filled with
birds chirp
untouched

unbruised
unagitated
by the blows of

this facemasked event.
Here the skylark
flies through its

chant, even the
tiniest leaf is
endowed with

a touch of sun
rain bucket,
from time to time

fills the frog pond
while my cat
has his tiger-like nap

in the void of
a roof terrace
I toss walnuts

to a red squirrel
then quietly
read a line from
William Carlos Williams

fraidoon warasta
19 may2021
limburg

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