It has rained for five days <br />running <br />the world is <br />a round puddle <br />of sunless water <br />where small islands <br />are only beginning <br />to cope <br />a young boy <br /> in my garden <br />is bailing out water <br />from his flower patch <br />when I ask him why <br />he tells me <br />young seeds that have not seen sun <br />forget <br />and drown easily.<br /><br />Audre Lorde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coping/
