It will pour like the rain
in my home town:
inelegant and bothersome.
An unexpected storm
continuous and maddening
soaking the hair and
the sacredness of being.
The desperate metaphor
seeps through the solemn
edges of the umbrella.
It will pour like the rain
in my home town:
inelegant and bothersome.
An unexpected storm
continuous and maddening
soaking the hair and
the sacredness of being.
The desperate metaphor
seeps through the solemn
edges of the umbrella.
arizona-me 