After the rain
I took the auburn pen I forgot
In a mundane desperation.
I took the pleading papers
I abandoned, knowingly, in ignorance.
Some drops, I knew, æd keep the effervescence
Of hardship on my pavement
To remind me of the mileage
Created in artistry of tender rain.

After the rain
I owed the season’s transformation;
The sandpiper evolved in a contemplation
For a hymn larger than life and I was
Amused to an abundance when
Quiscent formation blessed with new incantation.

By the time the last drop evaporated, I
Gathered a poem of new year that I
Longed for in a distant brook,
Cloud’s imagination and wary streetlight
Mending an earth to idyll’s symmetry.

I didn’t forget about a stunning twilight
God shining on fictitious dust;
The crowded earth absorbed in a music
That began to erect the poetic delight.