Rain water is running between pavement cracks
pooling on gutters and trailing along windshields
on raincoat folds, blurring words on newspapers
and staining dust into mud
caught in the wind and drawn by the urge to
thin out in gravitational abandonment
The map lines they leave are just obvious trails
of liquidations, all those evaporated heat
condensed and precipitated solitude
we know too well where drops fall down from
darkly cradled far too long
only to race back to anything close to
the same cloudy embrace
so they come down filling up palms, tin cans,
dried up fish ponds and abandoned fountains
seeking space to occupy like all matter long to be
wherever they can slither in their
mercurial form into shapes and surfaces
to define them with a purpose
of more than just being slippery when wet.
9.42 PM
Nov. 7 2013
