Rain spurts & starts
groundward like shirts do
weighing little as love weighs
a cool wind blown sideways
thru window of my receiving,
body. Touched & taught by
a cool wet wind that searches as tongues do
on each flat roof
a hundred puddles
make time felt as drums do
like your heartbeat tugs
the hair on my arms, music, rain.
smells drowned
without their names,
the drip at the tip of the leaf
dropped
to the street,
which once implied
faces. How can I translate?
transmitting all at once, an event, a touch of the visual.
Rain & &
spurts stops stirs
so I mishear the future
in the past.
Revelation makes me laugh (what else?)
like I found it and lost it,
the flowerbasket
sent downriver
in the rain.
cdzhouse 