Cutting a swath
through rain –
drenched streets.
The flesh falls
all the way.
These days,
even the rain
is no more.
But still
leaves behind
the memory
of scent.
How long will the rain last?
Cutting a swath
through rain –
drenched streets.
The flesh falls
all the way.
These days,
even the rain
is no more.
But still
leaves behind
the memory
of scent.
A Wandering Poet 