Saturday, May 20, 2006

ON THE THIRD DAY OF RAIN

Rain outside
Falling as deliberately
As if notes
struck by a jazz pianist


Slightly travel-ruffled
But charmingly
Molten and shiny
But icy


Like words when
they fall all sullen
To the depths
of an argument

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