Ngày mưa Wet day

Wet day

Rain sweeps in as the gale begins to blow,
The water is glaucous-green and mauve and grey.
A pelican takes refuge on the bay;
Snow-white and black it rides complex flow.

A child stands in a yellow mackintosh.
Gulls lift away and circle round about.
Cans, bottles, and junk appear as the tide runs out.
Wind cannot sweep away nor water wash.

The dreck of our vulgarity. I think.
The world has never been redeemed; at least.
The marks it bears are mostly of the Beast
The broken trust, the litter, and the stink.