Thunder rumbled this morning,
rain tap dancing on the black-tar
streets below. I was going to
mop the floor,
do some laundry,
run out the door, get some groceries --
but there was no sunrise;
so much for a day at the beach,
someone must be sighing.
Does it make it a better day
for doing housework?
Grumbling thunder, rain tap
tapping against the windows.
I don't think so.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
storm
4.59pm
In the office pantry, we watch
from 13 floors up, and curse
at the bloated clouds: fat
gray rams tramping on the edge
of the blue horizon, waiting
for us to leave the office.
6.30pm
The rain smacks down, warm
like globs of spit; the wind
steers them sideways to get
at us under our umbrellas;
shoes land in unexpected puddles,
pickling feet in sweat and slush.
7.30pm
Storm drains cough and sputter; water
winds through constipated traffic;
flower brushes, tropic palms,
young saplings fall over
and drown; and the rain drops
dance and skips on their floating limps.
In the office pantry, we watch
from 13 floors up, and curse
at the bloated clouds: fat
gray rams tramping on the edge
of the blue horizon, waiting
for us to leave the office.
6.30pm
The rain smacks down, warm
like globs of spit; the wind
steers them sideways to get
at us under our umbrellas;
shoes land in unexpected puddles,
pickling feet in sweat and slush.
7.30pm
Storm drains cough and sputter; water
winds through constipated traffic;
flower brushes, tropic palms,
young saplings fall over
and drown; and the rain drops
dance and skips on their floating limps.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Confess
I broke it.
But I wish someone else did --
It's got to be that guy
who used it before me.
Quick! get the superglue
or some sticky tape!
Maybe I can fix the damn thing
before it's found out.
Too late!
A passing witness sees
the two pieces,
"what happened to this?"
Lips flap like a tent
giving way to wind;
words sputter out:
excuses --
useless --
sentences can't come
together, make sense,
fast enough.
I'm caught.
It was me.
I broke it.
But I wish someone else did --
It's got to be that guy
who used it before me.
Quick! get the superglue
or some sticky tape!
Maybe I can fix the damn thing
before it's found out.
Too late!
A passing witness sees
the two pieces,
"what happened to this?"
Lips flap like a tent
giving way to wind;
words sputter out:
excuses --
useless --
sentences can't come
together, make sense,
fast enough.
I'm caught.
It was me.
I broke it.
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