Written for: Sunday Muse #83
“After the Rain” by Cyril Rolando
From Eyeland I see fir trees spread
far apart. An uncertain woman
stands on a bridge. Seems stuck.
Muck below the bridge had churned-
turned to a river of tears, my own.
Written for: Sunday Muse #83
“After the Rain” by Cyril Rolando
From Eyeland I see fir trees spread
far apart. An uncertain woman
stands on a bridge. Seems stuck.
Muck below the bridge had churned-
turned to a river of tears, my own.