Poem in progress
Raining day today the lemons are getting washed
Lurching, on storm tossed stems, bright yellow diamonds
dance with hills wearing Shrouds, rain cascading in frills
through Fridays old city empty of trade
Raining day today the lemons are getting washed
Lurching, on storm tossed stems, bright yellow diamonds
dance with hills wearing Shrouds, rain cascading in frills
through Fridays old city empty of trade
every awning is flowing a transient floodsilhouettes shimmer in archways, then vanish
martyrs faces on posters melting in memory
washing off paper hanging torn on the walls.
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