alone
Posted on June 14, 2008 - Filed Under Uncategorized
The way I planned it, rain only touches my fingertips.
The complicated smell of earth and wet wood infiltrates.
The gray sky is sponge painted in careful swirls.
The growing things are too green with hope.
The rain (pain) is patiently quiet,
background noise,
but growing louder.
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