Reborn

[Tiger the Lion]

Reborn
 
the late summer sun
had sapped our strength
 
‘til the sky smashed open
a piñata of ions
 
and we played like children

A poem to smile about.

The sonics of the first four lines, along with the imagery, are so luscious that the plainness of the last line lands with a thud for me. The thought is good, maybe you could say it some other way.

Thanks for posting it, lovely.  Oh, and I think "till" may be preferred, not that it really matters to me.

Thanks Ella. I'm glad you found this so quick and enjoyed it. I figured you were crossing your fingers for some poems.   This was an attempt to metaphorize my agreement. 

Somewhat agreed about the last line. The problem is this: doing anything in the rain takes you into world of cliche. I tried a few other options for the last line and they were all cheap. So yes, the last line is somewhat justifiably lazy.   I will obsess about it awhile.
Thanks for reading,
Paul