Morning Rain

Light breakfast of bread. The cloud, the rain.
Damp the lingering nectar scent. Sunbirds, crows.
She hums to their melodious cry. The northerly, blows.
The lover’s wine in her deep wound. The rain, again.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, March 16, 2014

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