FARADILLO’S RAIN …
In consequence the old man had nothing more that he could say
Who sat searching and rocking his chair that August-bitten day
He bathed in the moonlight, in the starlight down Faradillo’s Way
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Cascading lights like sober dreams trickling through larva rocks
And Bernadette her hands so course of care combing ivory locks
Marvellous the sun-dried dial turned wide to hide lost grazing flocks
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Who jacked the steering wheel hard and set it bold to centre square
Or carried through the mobile crew who paused naked without a care
And Dale Maloney singing wild throughout the night the truest song
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
