FARADILLO’S RAIN

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

..

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

..

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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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . 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 now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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