Tuesday, April 12, 2022



I like to think I was good once

Long before I began to fall.

I like to imagine that raindrops

Begin as beautiful crystalline 

Snowflakes only to melt 

Into unlovely wet blobs

Just like all the others, caught

In a long unstoppable fall

It’s a shame that such beauty

Begins in cold stillness

Beyond the reach of eyes,

That our intricate design

Must lose its original form.

But such is the price of a life,

Of hurtling down to earth.

I’m older now and 

Nearing terminal velocity.

I was beautiful once.

I used to shimmer in the sun.

But now the earth is parched

And all the children thirsty.


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