After the Rain

it rushes through violently

pooling on branches in drains

in the wake of this passion

washed up debris

caught in gutters of rage

silent phrases trickle lonely

in the storm cluttered grates

to drown in the stagnant

rainbows below

grown from greased run-off

from things that once mattered

in this path of destruction

a blue sky belies

a clarity of purpose

the brightness of day hiding this fight

as the warmth of this moment

casts shards in the light

it's the yielded resurgence

in the aftermath of despair

in the breaking open of this bottle

of undrinkable repair

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“For everything you have missed,

you have gained something else,

and for everything you gain,

you lose something else.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson