Rhythms as raindrops
flash, stab and disappear.
Smiles and tears surge over
flooding waterfalls.
How much can a body hold,
or drink too deeply?
Is the aching audible
above the water’s rush?
How far away before drought begins
and flood ends?
Hearts ache with drought or flood.
The blues will flash and stab
and disappear.
Dedicated to the daughters loosing their mothers, Mickie, Nickel, Chris. April is the cruelest month.....
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Photo: H.G. Giese 2010
