captive inside the dry detention
of rival ions
and the dull dungeon
of the familiar

he stares through the pane
at the masses that rain
across every surface
in their race

to seep into soil
hoping to drown and spoil
the brown drought
turning his inside out

08/10/2002

Author's Note: Written while observing a rainstorm and reflecting on what message there was out there for the "I" inside.

Posted on 08/10/2002
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