Ghazal Without Ambulance

The world fell from her embrace like a torn cocoon in the splashing rain
leaves blown against the carapace of joie de vivre, the splashing rain

weave of wind and say, the watery smears of alphabet bloom,
glass-glued messages gaily wrapped, gray and shiny in the splashing rain.

Inside, corridors where music flies from windows flung open
to the unrolled desert sky; parched promises hide in the splashing rain-

milled grains of the secrets she had kept. Thunder eviscerates cafés lining
cloud-backed streets where black marble wept the serenity of splashing rain.

Soft clay prints mostly made of moss, dried kindle beneath the glaze's
slow-baked sense of loss, flowing red as the mud-washed splashing rain.



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