March 22, 2012

Rain






……………………………………….Rain



……………………………………….Confusing the issue, the rain dampened
……………………………………….everything within view. The open door
……………………………………….invited it in, the bikes strewn through the
……………………………………….yard, the scattered cans, the wet detritus

……………………………………….all beckoned the water with openness.
……………………………………….Slickened concrete was crowded with hoardings
……………………………………….enticing rats, raccoons, mice, and roaches
……………………………………….to devour this apocalyptic feast.

……………………………………….Above, in the old theater windows next door,
……………………………………….the writing class stood watching the drama.

3 comments:

  1. I've been having problems apparently with responders leaving comments on My Wintersong, too, so don't feel like the lone ranger! I like the metaphor in the scene you (?) set up in the poem. I especially like the scene of the class watching the drama.

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  2. The class watching the drama is brilliant!

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