Cloudburst

a poem by Roger B Rueda

Every day
As the warmth
Goes up,
I flourish—
Prosperous and sweet-smelling—
Cavernous casts,
Pulsating

Next to the arid terrain.
My being rises and
Falls
Like icing
On a quiche
I once made for him
Who disdained
Sugared fare.

Reminiscences
Swirl
As I plunk
By myself
Alongside the heavens
Casting a shadow,
Waiting for
The downpour.