Thursday, November 10, 2005

rainy day

some raindrops hit the window
and crawl down, connect the dots style
gaining purpose and speed

some gather along the wooden eaves
and wait to drop like a cold quarter
against the back of your neck

some crater the puddles
the gutter rivers and bird baths

while others drum with snare and cymbal
upon the roof, the aluminum awning
the overturned dog dish and the empty
recycle bin

but the lucky one finds the warm tongue
of a bootless five year old out
for the splashing, the wearing
the taste

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