by James Penha
Fall in Sumatra comes with trepidation
of the sphere, its rain
of terror, and so cities
collapse like towers in seconds,
smothering slowly
over days
invisible
cries
for help.
The rest remain to forage
among crimson leaves
and rotting timbers
for years on the floor
of a jungle again for green
sprouts, signs
of some
spring.
James Penha edits The New Verse News from Indonesia.
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