Making Mud

I have been a poor collector,

abandoning hope after hope

enchantment after enchantment
charm after charm.

Instead
I collect wooden bowls
and in turn they collect dust
the dust waits for rain
the rain waits for clouds
and mud waits for alchemy.

BFM

Monsoon

Wet, you.

Oppressive, you.
Humid, you.

The smell,

…you.

BFM

Storm

Rain falls, words form, sentences puddle.

BFM

Sunday Rain

I wasn't crying
then the rain came,
and we both wept in sheets.

B.F.M.