' ' ' ' ' ' ' South Pacific Poem by Dónall Dempsey

From morning to night
it does nothing but rain.

It just rains
&...rains.

And in it we
hurry down Avenues
scurry across streets

like drowned rats
in the rat race

skyscrapers laugh
and belittle us.

The rain jeers:
“Ahhhh...humans...humans! ”

Enterprising chaps
sell life-saving umbrellas.

Yesterday it was
nothing but sun.

Then they sold sunglasses.

Now New York
is all rain.

The streets
eagerly awaiting

our footsteps
our footsteps

hungry for
the streets

and what they got
to show us.

We escaping the flood
escaping into SOUTH PACIFIC!