Green Rain

Green Rain
falls
upon
the
concave world

which holds with
it
mixed platforms of
muck and pearls.

Flow and fall
on
turbulent valleys
of luscious splendor
which echo
laughter,
remembered
and sought
due to
Plush green foliage
which falls on my face.

I rub my face
in abundant
plants
and fertile soil
to feel
the
moisture
and grainy
texture
of
earth.

Stand, swim, and rot
in the
swamplands
as well
because
then can
the flowers
be touched.
And the smell of life
will embrace us
and love us.

The sun
and the wind
tell of truth
and beauty
which
are not hard
to feel in the middle
of sewage swamps.

Sewage swamps
rot those things
of this world,
yet, foliage in the
face breathes
into us life.

Foliage, green and
full and wet and
alive,


awakens us
and pulls
us from
our rotted
shells.