Off-Scene>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

whipping wind tore trees
scattered leaves all over
rain collects everything
clogging drains, streets
put kids indoor for time
so as adult worrying what
will come next or when to
stop; no sign of letting up

geese gather beneath bridge
looking around for food
they're so many; not like
few years ago; everywhere
they claim their domain
why i notice when it rain
maybe converging is crowd
and their presence is loud