a drop of water

September 13, 2011

why does it feel like it falls into dusk, a deepening shade of purple, onto a surface devoid of luster, layered with dust?

so parched this ground, a mansoon could drench, a deluge to drown. . .

no mist is enough to slake this thirst, to quench this desire to bloom to blossom, to be submersed.

a torrent required. a squall, a tempest, a hurricane desired.

not this drop of water.

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