Friday, December 21, 2012

Solstice...

Rain coming in at forty-five degree angle
making me carry my umbrella like a shield,
for am i not battling the elements?
The bursts of wind and staccato sounds
of the rain as it falls to sidewalks,
awash in water and waves
The overflow from the curbs
spread in gentle waves
that are bombarded by rain
in sheets soaked in water
Cars crawl past,
windshield wipers,
working furiously
but not fast enough to allow
clear vision for more than thirty feet,
kicking up rolling splashes;
jettisoned like depth charges
seeking the submerged sub
but in actuality
beleaguered pedestrians,
some with the tattered remains
of a once proud umbrella
soon to find residence
in the next passing trash can
First day of winter,
if one can believe
The world is not ending,
i won't start to believe
unless it's been raining
for forty days and forty nights
              12-21-12


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    1. wouldn't be a bad idea... wash it all clean, but not by water again, so the story goes...
      ;)

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