the night's rain had passed me by
distant lightnings let me know,
so along the lacquered paths i stepped,
my feet picking up petals fallen minutes ago.
they went with me from place to place,
thru passes high and cities low,
in deep dark twisting mountain caves
where not a pretty thing dared go.
alone i walked in shaded forrests,
on beaches with their dusky glow,
til one more light spring storm
from above gave me a show,
and people ran for covered homes
for little did they know
that my petals were still with me,
for me beauty where ever i go.


spring 1998

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