raindrops shun the metronome
by Kristina Woodhillraindrops shun the metronome
their beat comes
easily;
fingered pretense
taps tap tap tap tap tap tap,
a lead in
to deep
chest-felt drumming
on my wood bench thrumming
raindrops shun the picture frame
though windows grab
and snatch;
the smears smile
long and vertically,
lapping with a
sloppy tongue
eyes slip through, quite undone
raindrops shun the new drawn map
directives point
and glare;
each thorough
soaking through
mocks signs
that dictate
stops along the way
dissolving parchment lettered plots
surveyed as truths, soon washed away
11/03/2008
