How To Make Homemade Plant Water

Shipwreck Island

rains after a night of dreams

asleep.

raining drops of colors not invented.

Rain

cold and lonely,

wet hands.

Who will now go to visit a lonely island
fall?

Who will accept friend

when wind is so cold?

wind brings old voices, old words

in bursts,

words in the droplets entrained,

lost words

said in a past so remote.

All in a shower.

all on an island in autumn.