Thunderclouds roll in over a desolate sky
as the moments of anticipation are
marked by stories told, and piled up high-
on buildings-
where nerves are tested, and where blinking
is prohibited. Strictly.

Comfortably removed from the skyline
(and the sky, for that matter)
I watch in seclusion- nervous peaks
out a bedroom window.

There is a match being played,
and this, as it almost invariably does
will end in stalemate-

and the anticipation lives
as it always has-

as the building still stands,
we will keep adding hope of inspiration
of hope of catastrophe
(this, to quell the morbid curiosity that inhibits us all)
until we force the structure
to crumble under itself.

of course, this will not manifest until another storm-
so we can
as we always have

blame it on the rain.

05/27/2004

Posted on 05/28/2004
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