I. Wonder who will
Pick up the gauntlet
Who will see it
Through to the end
The door is off
The hinge
But still standing
But a small wind
Can cause havoc
II. Rainy days have returned
Along with the wind
And those who brave
The external perimeter
Will like to see
The flowering
Of the desert
III. Looking for harmony
At a railroad station
Skipping over
Mud puddles
Beside the track
The ongoing rush
Of humanity
A sense of doom
Not too terribly
Out of proportion
