you hear
the rain filling
the tin
cans, the jars
and bottles
left standing
upright
in the yard,
the rush of
water down
the drain.
weather jazz
with no rhyme
or real reason,
or tune to tap
one's foot.
and you know
that life is
more and more
like that, than
the sunny day,
or symphony.
Monday, March 26, 2012
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