The tepid rain falls
On the bare thorn.
Thawed out pond.
A shrimp moves
Among old algae.
The cannon rolls its rumble.
Leaf buds of a tree.
How cool it is!
A small crab, in the rain,
Climbs on a pine.
Lotus leaves in the pond
Ride on water.
Rain in June.
Smoke whirls
After the passage of a train.
Young foliage.
The storm
During half-day
Has broken the stem of mallow.
We cannot see even the moon.
And rise big waves.
Above a hollow of rock
An ivy hangs.
One small temple.
The luffa flowered.
I am a soul
Choked with phlegm.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
Categories:
Poetry
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