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Neo Wise
Rains dwindle to a stair rod thimble
idle clouds drift, as an empty wind rags
the wilted landscape. In her basin -baked
cake-cracked pond, the shrink-wrapped Toad sleeps
deep. Birds reflect in mirrored silence—brooding.
In the tranquil holiday harbour, where
tawdry lights and turbulent pavement throngs
spill along lines of cafes and arcades,
among smells of chips, ice cream, and beer—
we watch deep clouds accumulating,
building in towering, darkened billows.
Rains, teeming down, scrub foliage and rock,
soak fields, replenish dry streams and ponds.
Dormant Toad stirs in her dampened chamber,
and the wellspring’s rusty coils are loosened.
Respite in solitude, curled between now
and then—the next moment winks, it whistles,
nodding to the Sun, the sky, sand and sea.
The comet drifts to a near Earth orbit, and
Autumn slips an Indian Summer Sky.
idle clouds drift, as an empty wind rags
the wilted landscape. In her basin -baked
cake-cracked pond, the shrink-wrapped Toad sleeps
deep. Birds reflect in mirrored silence—brooding.
In the tranquil holiday harbour, where
tawdry lights and turbulent pavement throngs
spill along lines of cafes and arcades,
among smells of chips, ice cream, and beer—
we watch deep clouds accumulating,
building in towering, darkened billows.
Rains, teeming down, scrub foliage and rock,
soak fields, replenish dry streams and ponds.
Dormant Toad stirs in her dampened chamber,
and the wellspring’s rusty coils are loosened.
Respite in solitude, curled between now
and then—the next moment winks, it whistles,
nodding to the Sun, the sky, sand and sea.
The comet drifts to a near Earth orbit, and
Autumn slips an Indian Summer Sky.
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