Aborted Love

July 24, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry 

In October, the rainy season stream,
flows with a sense of urgency
vibrant, vital, perpetual
like air.

The stream flows and feeds
into waterfalls,
and people passing by become
overcome by breathless beauty
like silent waves of a distant sea
the ebb and flow of eternity.

Except this stream dries up around June
aborted by the gods of summer,
the ones who selfishly steal away beauty.

It slows until it’s barely going,
like a smashed up wasp,
gasping for its last breath
and then one day it just stops flowing.

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