SOLEIL AUGUST 2ND ISSUE

The Mountain
and the Rain
But gently, the rain
Came down all night
And the mountain, who
Had spent so long in
winter’s snow
Erupted in
resplendent joy
And wild flowers.
The
Virus
Dismal
For so long I have
been sick
With delusion, and
the dismal virus
Of someone else’s
dreams.
But all the parts of
me
Are on speaking terms
again
After my mind fucked
up
My heart’s directions
home.
Prospect
Park
When was the last
time
I saw a deer?
I can’t remember.
Do they move like
whispers
Through the trees
Or like shadows, nimble,
Dancing
Up the wooded hill?
Remind me;
How does the earth
Real, thick, red
brown dirt
Feel between your
toes
After a freshly fallen
rain?
You win, New York.
I always knew you
would.
I want nothing more
To do with you.
Enough
f or
my
lif
e
to be
a
bre
ath
wi nd
That
world
the
re beau
tiful,
ing
that
enough.
dust
of
i n
mo
lov
left
shape;
of the
would be
a