as the bitter raindrops do their
pitterpatter motion, obscuring
slightly the distance, i must think
of twenty things at once.
background music mixed with the
sound of the overcast and a crash
of silent lightning, i think that
this is a day for lucy ford;

the waters rise from the
ground up, and the flood
will envelop the moment.
and i think, as the bass
beat beats into the battered
and bruised balcony floor,
that this is the music and
i laugh at the harmony,
and let the joy of the rain runoff
come straight to my soul.

07/06/2004

Posted on 07/06/2004
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