Blimps, blimps, blimps...
The Dragon Rain washed away
The dirty clouds from his tail,
And its rain, rain, rain...
The tropical rain left round saucers of prints
On the black asphalt to rinse
And blimps, blimps, blimps...
The King of Sky is refreshed and reborn.
He is breathing clean air and triumph.
Oomph, oomph, oomph...
By making up the chemical elements for all
And showing up the craftsmanship
Of small geometric water pools
Of clean water and fresh air to shift.
The Dragon Rain sends
Birds to the hole-nests,
Ants to the plant-ship,
Me - under the roof.
Oomph, oomph, oomph...
Blimps, blimps, blimps...
A nice summer afternoon
As it's purring to bloom.
p. 28 "Dragon Rain"
From the poetry book "Fascinated by Gulls: Poems" by Ida Tomshinsky. -2007
Review: "Simple, brave, and creative from potential to realization..." (Dr. Cahn)
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