the clouds mad and disfigured, slick with rainfall

like a contortionist slipping on black ice 

                                    weeping silently

rain hits the canopy of torn trees

                  mid april showers shouldn’t bring tears

ripping and cutting with

                                    a warm tenderness

                                                      as dewdrops and puddles are drawn home

pulled towards the river like 

                                    nesting salmon

water runs as the albatross flies

the river gets fuller

                                    the greens get greener

thin brown bends towards fresh water ;

                                                                                          like dancers inspired by bonsai trees

                                                                                          who’s leaves ;

grasp iridescent mountains

by the river a tree is bent to a snake