Rain does not end
because a rainbow
is expected;
it ends because
it wants to
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesiaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
ninety-six
Rain does not end
because a rainbow
is expected;
it ends because
it wants to
