Poetry...

together

Thursday May 28, 2009

the music plays     and the rain falls
on my hood,     white and blistered.

whispers, slaps,
(sharp,     but echoless. think:
(cracking knuckles
underwater)   

match the beat     of any love song
the radio puts up     for challenge,

and isn’t it rightly so?

this hour’s wringing    of the clouds,
echoes a ringing    in the heart.

far away,   
lightening     whips
the eastern mountains.
here,   
beneath    the rain,   
and beneath    the stretch of a chevy’s roof,
the music
plays.

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