Moonrise on Peacock Lake

Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go And the sun went down. We sat in the twilight He and he and she and She And of course, health I. The ducks Splashed about. The peacocks, hoarsely Claimed territory And of course Their mates. A gust of wind A rustling of leaves A Solitary crow Late for some evening Appointment. Disappointment? And the moon came Up and up slowly Slowly Slowly Slow... ...ly As we watched The ducks flew home.