Paradise is always
Somewhere else
Sonic booms
And lightning strikes
The end of our street
Woman flying by
On a Dutch bicycle
Child in yellow raincoat
Swirling around
Magpie ducking
Under a rusty balcony
Man with no distinctive features
Secures a jardinière
Figures disappear behind
Curtains of rain
Flowing purposely
From those great
Unthinking heights
Awash
I feel my wishes
Show
In every drop
Submerged and
Growing
Unearth a
Wilted iris
My firmly fixed
But endless flowing
’til it arrives
I’ll take the flak
’til I arrive
In my cul-de-sac.