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Sep 2015
the rain is coming

it is hot     and wet
and ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair

it is hot     and wet
and ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot     and wet

and ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a  fruit bat
finds a limb and is still
so some
thing will
happen    and it will
you promise me it will

the rain is coming
When I was in Queensland Australia it always felt like it was about to rain. The humidity was high, the clouds came in quick and at night the fruit bats would swoop into the trees for protection. When I saw a friend of mine from Queensland again in London it occurred to me that she was like this too. You know who you are 'darl'.
Bryana Twice
Written by
Bryana Twice  Escher/ Hersham Surrey
(Escher/ Hersham Surrey)   
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