The taste
of rain
– Why kneel?https://briefpoems.wordpress.com/2017/05/29/the-taste-of-rain-american-haiku-by-jack-kerouac/***
The bottom of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain.***
Snap your finger
stop the world –
rain falls harder.***
After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.***
Early morning gentle rain,
two big bumblebees
Humming at their work***
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.***
The rain has filled
the birdbath
Again, almost***
Useless, useless,
the heavy rain
Driving into the sea.***
The little worm
lowers itself from the roof
By a self shat thread***
Nightfall,
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.***
frozen
in the birdbath
A leaf***
In my medicine cabinet
the winter fly
has died of old age***
Missing a kick
at the icebox door
It closed anyway.
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