Photo Credit Manoj Sethumadhavan
The black widow dons
Silvery lace and flits in a
Joy ride amid flowers
Sleep paints eyelids dark
Alas crickets keep vigil
Aircraft's roar deafening
parched ears mistake the sound
Will thunder and rain
Tight clogged drain spews dark water, filling potholes, wicked fumes rise
Moving cars slosh the bilge around, wrinkled noses complain to no avail.
Birds quench their thirst on human filth- will it hurry them to their death?