Sunday, March 10, 2013


Photo: Diego Fernandes 2013

thorn-like palm shadows
         vanish before a sudden
and torrential rain
dropping an exotic scent,
blossoms to perfume
         a ragged Buddha.

If I could remain
         as still as he
in such a downpour
         I would smile too.

Does he know
         where all that
gloom hides?