Sunday, August 23, 2020

#BlogElul Day 3.

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      The real road of discovery consists

      not in seeing new landscapes,

      but in having new eyes.

                  —Marcel Proust



A dark sky blots out trees 

erases clean contours

while rain waits to wash away

chalk drawings left by children

It pushes  cyclists to switch gears

in an attempt to move beyond

the sounds of thunder

A woman pushing a stroller 

looks at the sky and begins to run

I am outside waiting for the rain

I wait for the drops to wash over me

Rain nurtures my roses

and feeds small saplings 

I, too, seek to grow


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