L'aura del Campo

As pink as a pearled dawn

As pink as a pearled dawn

Droplets slide down a clear
shower curtain. A youth stands
naked in shimmering steam,
soaps skin as fragile as poppy
wings, as pink as a pearled dawn
in spring, untouched by searing
sun that brings the drought,
cold roaring winds that clear
spent leaves off trees.

Behind an opaque
curtain—better to not peer
too closely, better to mist
mirrors to soften the ravages
of tears. When chapped lips
cry out in pain...

better to pray for rain.

© Kåre Enga [176.42] (14.abril.2019)

For the Dew Drop Inn, prompt: rain.

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