world of poems
11/14/2006 02:14 a.m.
the rain will not settle.

streetlights are bouncing off of the reflective pavement
righteous in its rich tar black
the wind, oppressive against
the glass of the window

tonight i think i'll
immerse myself in
a world of poems
and cups of tea
and solitude
and hopefully no
tears

he is not going to call
the rain wil continue to fall