Rain Paintings

One monsoon day
I turned them out

They stood
On the footpath
Like vagrants
Shivering
In the rain

I saw
the paint run down
the nose
of my beggar child

I saw
green raindrops
slither slowly down
my banyan's gnarled roots

I saw
the moon
impaled on the bare branches
of my winter tree
bleed tortured light

I saw
my colours shimmer
in muddy
swirling
gutter rainbows

And then
finally
I found
my pot of gold



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