Swagazine #4

Dust in my eye    by Swagman

it is raining

consider simply
a rain-drop's genesis
might well be a dust mote
falling with a true, full voice

naturally speaking
some careful thunder
from the larger memory
of monsoon's inexorable cycle

choosing this world
into which to sing
the casual harmonics
of water wearing away stone


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