Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

rainy morning

i feel the rain fall on my neck
call me the rain man,
as i trod over the damp earth
the breathing buildings
all those horse-carts full of screaming children.
the airplanes whir nearly soundless
over my own personal no-fly zone,
the colors swirl in a gray-green drawing
outside my window,
on the patio
on the quiet street
with its stoic gray pavement
    all that solid mass
and hollow houses
right down to the last drop
it pitters on, so forth.

a man quietly rides a bike
over the slick stoic gray
as we glide on to our days.

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