The Day Cracked Open Like an Egg
The Day Cracked Open Like an Egg
The rain falls
fresh as cucumbers
on cobblestones and tiles,
the dust of summer
washed from crevasses
and curves of stone and clay.
The air is cleansed
of the scent of primavera,
jacaranda
and flamboyan trees
and the whole world
breathes easily again.
Clouds dried up
by sunlight,
the silent birds
are flushed
from their covering leaves
and open in chorus
to the booming crack
of cohetes, splitting the air
in celebration
of Saint John the Baptist
who has baptized all
this day.
The prompt for SOCS is “Something that opens.”

I feel the relief in this poem.
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Spoken like another person with a floral allergy!
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Nice poem. Perfect for the prompt!
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Thanks, Kim.
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Beautiful response
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