After The Rain

it is an observation that after the rain
the stones on the pavement glisten

to the envy of the dews
but the leaves where the dews sit and dry
themselves to death

when they finally vanish into the rays of the sun
understand
what all these temporaries are

at the peaks of glory time is always too short
passing like no one
like nothing is
there

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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