Wednesday, April 6, 2011

RAIN





Rain builds up on the bones
of a city, of a man. . .
water dancing with the ghosts
of the past. . .  it fulfills
a destiny . . . a quenching
of the angst within the soul . .
the music of the rain
hums with a mystery
of holiness and peace . . .
running relentlessly,
passionately,
and passively . . .
I stand dreaming in the
window as
millenniums have passed
and my ancestors still walk in me . .
while rivulets run down the seams
where thousands of marchers
have paced
the last days of their lives . . .
I wait endlessly for the rain .. .
to ease  . ..
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