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The Wind and Rain

I remember her name.
Like a stray word
in an old song.

It hangs there for a
moment before heading
to another rhyme.

And the weeks become days.
And they in turn count
down the hours to midnight.

The time for magic spells
and lazer light.
Fresh beams shining-in
through broken windows.

And the wind blows:

Rattling the tin roof
that tops our modest room.
Keeps the rain out
and nothing much else.

Each drop represents a life.
A chorus of humanity,
roaring at the wall.

For there is no escape.
From the wind, the rain
and the long days.

In Zanzibar

We found our feet,
in Zanzibar.
Between the roads
that bump and grind.
And the village trail,
down to the beach.
It’s cold now.
A chill has passed
through bone and skin.
Say, it was thirty degrees,
in Zanzibar.
A heat haze of a memory.
Evaporating as quickly
as the evening sun going down,
in Zanzibar.


In the light of those eyes.
In the slow turn sideways.
May this not be a gamble.
A chance meeting.

We stand frozen in the moment.
Waiting for the other to shoot first.
Breathing heavily,
as a great darkness unfolds.

Mist rolls through…..
A slow detachment follows.
Finger tips unravel swiftly.
Mouths open and shout.

“Here over there,”
someone screams.
Dead with uncertainty.
And I run, run into the grey.