and the rain pours through you like a

October 12, 2006 9:01PM

sieve
and you are
pounding the pavement with your feet,
flailing at the sky
bouncing, galloping from
shriek to giggle
to whip-torn sheep-sounds like
yes yes yes
bleating laughter.

and so the phosphors conspire this evening,
irradiance gathered sharp,
moon puddled between cobbled stones–
old city new,
old life washed clean,
skylark midnight
simmmering
pattering
play,
stretching toes and
bursting brain,
chest beating and chest
heaving
bursting
lungs.

there is no power to scream this
joy
and if these feet don’t touch the ground while
racing racing
home
who would have thought?

who would have thought.