December 12, 1977 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Prayer for Rain

Lifting lips to the scorching sunlight.
	Thirsting silently for pleasure.
The clouds part wistfully
	They leave no room for water.
Invisible tears fall from my face.
	There is no water here, you see.
The grasses moan
	While nowhere man is free.

Aggression mounts unavoidably
		Today,
		as in all days.
And we only take it out on others.
For the tears cease to come
And the water fails to fall from the sky.

Where is the pleasure of love?
What happened?
Will time answer both questions.
Will he soothe us with 
		the waters of life
		and the waters of love
Or will he perish softly
As he slowly dies of thirst.

1977

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