Pouring

24Oct07

outside
dark whorls and damp air

above
disappointment descending over a paper trail

inside
thousands of tears knocking alternately on a tin roof

each tick, making a mother worry
each leak, questioning a father’s ability to provide
each streak, encourages a young one to hide

outside the stream gurgles
beside, the old lady snores
a dog howls and a sedan screeches

farther, no dew at all.

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