Another Rainy Night I Suffer
drowned in the drumming wetlands
we wade through pools of glass
and begging loam
as young fish we tumble
in running water
a child`s palm
just one with water, the rain;
we have the wash and ebb
in our eyes
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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