The landscape grew weary
of us trampling all over it
so, in a tick...torrential rain
it obliterated us seeing
the next turn ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' missed
& so, soon' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' lost.
The landscape laughed
with its friend
the rain.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/having-a-laugh-for-onelia/
