A new rain-sluiced poem by pensive poet Thome. Enjoy!

A Walk in the Park with Thome


when the rain comes,
will you be ready?

silent night thoughts
make their way
to the surface
of conscious waters
like a floating rock
in the sea

cigar smoke,
the sound of crickets,
the day is done,
accomplish, unaccomplished

and the impending rain
catches us all unaware


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