Rain on The Indian Ocean

The rain falls on the ocean
Just past the place where sand
Is swallowed by saline water
In a grey column of slanting
Movement the cloud shatters
Into pieces and itself falls into a grave
Of water whose waves curl into lips
Welcoming dripping shards
As it crashes into jagged rocks
A last attempt at not being swallowed.



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Le Corps de Garde et La Belle Au Bois Dormant

She is sleeping
Waiting for her first
kiss.  On the side
Of the mountain her chest
Rises in pause of breath
For his lips to reach hers
But his form rests
A noble landmark
The Corps de Garde
Never met her.