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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.
Written by SeaCat
Published | Edited 14th Nov 2024
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