apad 23

[bardiphouka]

This, in delaying darkness is dead rain
this,in martial tattoo is the dying rain
pulling the last frayed edge of winter
around the lost down to drench to the bone

the drilling precipitation of frustration
the rains of lost opportunities discovered
while drinking lukewarm coffee the next morning
and listening to the beat of nature against windows

this is the steady downpout that lays bare
the memories of lost loves in dawns that
never came and left each person alone
with less than themselves in the rain

treecanopied small birds ignore the lack of dawn
and chirp to each other of the rain's presumption