The Summer Rain

The summer rain nags and beats at

the oleander, striking and splashing into

its flowers, the colour of lips and pale

skin, to bruise and smear the pink and

the white, as the wind pulls and tears

at the branches as if the small tree were

a maiden tied to a stake in a square.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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