I too have survived

Rain, blessed rain, in Udon Thani.

I too have survived

Grey towers
descend from the heavens,
kiss scorched ground,
leaving wet dimples
that dry before nightfall —
but palm trees will remember,
frogs will sing of it,
parched roots will rejoice,
and mynas will bathe their wings
in joy — tomorrow,
one yellow trumpet
will admonish the sun —
I too have survived.

© Copyright 2020 Kåre Enga [180.151] (13 oktober 2023)

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