Under the bent-thumb streetlight,
umbrella domes burst forth, splashing
rich nightfall
onto their neighbours.
Like clustered fungi, the growths
navigate by feel into the warmth
of the hare’s mouth.
Neil Frank captures the beauty of night-time rainfall in this short poem.
Under the bent-thumb streetlight,
umbrella domes burst forth, splashing
rich nightfall
onto their neighbours.
Like clustered fungi, the growths
navigate by feel into the warmth
of the hare’s mouth.