COLORED RAIN

COLORED RAIN

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Rose growing amidst the weeds

your red columbary face seems so sad

flourishing a red tint of light

against the vicious slights around you.

Trying to shut your ears from the chorus

the echoes are hounding you.

How your stem

has grown beyond reach.

Drinking

from poison waters

you watch them

all decay in their feces.

Sometimes

the literate are thrown amidst … as clouds

bring a colored rain …