Monday, March 6, 2017

Grainy Drops

The rain makes it better.
   The rain is falling.

The hour disperses into sky.

Does it?
Save your words-

The rain makes it better.
Smell space freeing itself...
You will see
          when the mist
                     settles   lifts
                  when the fog
it will be too bright to see directly
-until-
Due West             when the sunsets
            Pacific.

The tide takes it all in, licking and swallowing the shore
like an ice cream with crunch.

They taste the same. Put your tongue in the rain
drops.
Nothing is the matter,
only salt                    remains.




Painting by James Abbott McNeill Whistler, 'Sea and Rain' (1865) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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