after the drought
...and the earth
embraces the first rain
that unlocks the sweet and sour
smell of sod's spore
a steady driblet
synced with pain
of growing spirit.
eyes bursting in fury
as tracks unfold...
(the unholy residues folded in dreams
are roadblocks to freedom)
in the midst,
the rain lingers...
and the earth is left
in its own volition
