Poetry

The rain enters back 
into your eyes. 
A private door quivers. 
 
A moonless beam 
flashes before you. 
You start seeing in dark. 
 
Silt settles in headless bodies 
of poems. 
The shadow of a tree- 
 
opens the seeds of 
unknown. The world is shattered 
by an unending scream. 
 
The struggle with the decision 
was there, you squeeze 
me like a prayer.