(Manila, Philippines)
Rain blurs the flashing red of tail lights and
drowns the roadside gutters with
waters blackened by dirt and night;
splashes of silver on a swelling stream
as street lamps flicker open.
Patience is fueled by a capella music:
counterpoint to the scream of
rain and slow-moving traffic and
rush-hour-weary drivers.
I am home.
Welcome to the blogging world. Hope to read more of your poems and musings.
You clearly like putting your thoughts in writing and do so eloquently.
All the best in your travels
Mike in sunny CDO