Reason for the Rain
There was all this talk about Boticelli.
There was all this wine in our veins.
There was all this rain.
And all those people coming and going
Through my brain
Dancing on the ferry to another shore
Changes of scenery, of geography
Changes of heart
And there was this wall between words,
Erected with pain.
Will this rain ever stop?
Will the summertime
Open a window
And let the sun shine
From inside
Through my eyes again
After all these years
Of waltzing all alone
All by myself
Amidst the crowds?
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Notes toward a Ballad
The August sun is intense, I undress
On the beach, sand in my toes
I hold sunrays in my hair.
I take refuge in a café
On the nameless street
Tired of the heat
White wine goes green in my glass
Sun still fire in the sky.
No shade, no break,
His eyes dance on me,
They burn my skin
I accept the figs he gives me
They are too soft.
The coffee is too strong.
And the sun doesn’t give up.
And he does not give up.
And now I lie awake pretending
That he lies awake
And that the whole world is awake
As we were then
In that summer heat
In that café
Without a break.
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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"
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