The (second to) last piece

Collaboration with rbannal at permanentstrangerladyhand:

part 1: "Love Song for the End of Summer"(rbannal)

part 2: "Morning in Late September"(fragondruit)

part 3: "A New Sunset" (rbannal)

part 4: "Crash on M-131" (fragondruit)

part 5: "on being a raindrop" (rbannal)

And here's part 6.

And We All Fall Down

Every raindrop that falls

reflects the ground as it approaches,

copies the umbrellas that scuttle

like beetles across hot sand.

As they plummet, slippery images

mirror reflections of umbrellas

and falling raindrops,

no longer remembering being falling raindrops,

reflections of reflections of

others like them, until

at the end of their journey,

they shatter to the ground,

draining into a pool, lake, stream, gutter.

Acceptance in the community basin.

Others are blessed with the embrace

of an outstretched tongue.