Parody of Reckoning- 1945

When the dust settles,
there will be rainbows once more
the geese will fly north in great

clouds
that darken the sky with anticipation
Mothers will cut fresh green onions

from gardens as wide as their


streets
Rain will baptize the drought
And new storms will grow

and grow

and grow
until we are under the trees

gazing up in wonder at how
something formerly so small
can change into everything.