Managing Myself Under The Rain

alone
under the moon
i ask myself
the same questions
all over again
not tired
over these redundancies
i ceased upon
a silence
this incorruptible silence
i raised my hands in
surrender
to the shadows of the trees
to the sounds
of those frogs
to the heavy rain
to the grass that is invaded by
the flood again
i am wet
but this time
there are no salt
like tears

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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