Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Walking Home

Walking Home

by Joey Clutario

And since when

has it started to rain like this?

Was it only yesterday

that summer had flown away?

It’s as if every drop,

every single drop that kisses

the soaked ground

points to you. No. You’re not the rain.

But a silence─that

drains and drowns, confuses, and consumes

the morning light

as dimmer the midnight light posts grew

and I’m terrified.

I have seen

the rain.


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