Friday, December 23, 2005

yes, I like rain

A week of rain feels like a month, even when it's been as warm as this pineapple express. No hawk flying possible in this deluge. I'm sure to come back to find ponds or swamps, depending on the surface.

Planks soaked grey under grey clouds
damp dark concrete and limp brown leaves
a surprising bright flame at my feet
rusted chrome of the barbecue neglected all summer

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