The Rains Fell Upon You and Me by Geosi Gyasi

with a colander, the juice from the oranges

dripped. filled the air spaces of the bowl. in my

hands the bowl became heavy, once the falchion

cut; baring ten segments of carpels and a porous

white pith or mesocarp. this strange metaphysical

world, rains down extemporaneously, in the eyes of

the skies. the lands are wet through,

and the fields grow green, plants bearing fruits, and the

once barren earth blossoms. our hearts are wide opened,

collecting the rains into our souls. all the while as it fell,

the miasmic blue skies caresses each other, from the exosphere

to the troposphere. i consider all things divine; even

this majestic rains, crying all day long.

——the rains fell upon you and me——

in the farms and other fields, the rains caused unwarranted

vitiation; crying souls of farmers, with the scourge of hostility


Geosi Gyasi
is a book blogger, reader, writer, and interviewer. His work has appeared or forthcoming in Visual Verse, Verse-Virtual, Piker Press, Misty Review, Silver Birch, Linden Avenue, Brittle Paper and elsewhere. He is a reader for the U.S based literary magazine, Indianola and the author of the forthcoming book of interviews (2016) from Lamar University Press Books in Texas, U.S. He blogs at http://www.geosireads.wordpress.com

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