EASTERN SHORE HOME

I stay on the Eastern Shore
because the geese migrate here

Year after year
their flying shadows 
their moves
settle my doubts

wet days of spring, hot days of summer

We are the passerbyes

the accidental tourists

They, the geese are the people. 

BRAZILIAN RAIN

Rain falls

fast oily rain

big drops of

rain that wets you

juices to the bone

It must be Brazilian rain

it must be rain from home