If the rain thinks
that this is an emergency,
can we organize it
into something like speech?
*
Never a mountain wanted
over rain,
its formlessness is a
repetition tho
of what no one is quite
sure.
*
Nothing can sleep like the
rain, whose irony is never
quite far behind.
Each drop an
erasure of what
comes before.
*
If the rain is an abstraction
then each of its bodies
rise, perilously, in black and
white. Drifting. Breathing.
*
The rain is a door
that opens, and closes
like an eyelid straining
to watch,
against sleep,
its first opening.
cha cha cha
cha cha
(rhythmic evocations)
Cheers
Simon/Crescent
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