Monday, November 26, 2012

rain in Baghdad

Crowds gather
as drops fall
timid, through the net.

Last night, there was a storm -
twelve mintes
of vengeful winds and
     ghostly dust
whipping through the dark -

Crowds disperse
to cower
one by one,
hidden in their eyes.

They quiet now, waiting
in the daylight
as the drops fall

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