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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Between Storms


Rain falls staccato on a flooded storm drain.

Runoff rushes down the curb like wind along a ski run.

Pools disappear into the pores of beige naked ground.

Iron clouds dry out and turn aluminum gray.

And once again, we find ourselves between storms.

3 comments:

  1. Dr. MikeSeptember 10, 2009 at 4:51 PM

    Mars Bars

    They're looking for water
    on Mars, for traces
    of life in the sub-zero pole.

    As I scan these spaces
    on Earth, with its protective
    gravity shield, I see no people.

    Architecture, signs
    of inhabitation, but no human
    beings smile into the camera.

    Is this what Zen leads to?
    Beautiful diagonals in the emptiness
    as desolate as Mars?

    Speaking of which, even though
    I'm diabetic, I want a Mars Bar
    but I think they;ve stopped making them.

    Dr. Mike

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  2. HK StewartSeptember 11, 2009 at 12:01 AM

    Damn it. Now I want a Mars bar, too.

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  3. The Rambling TaoistSeptember 11, 2009 at 12:40 AM

    HK,
    All of your poetic posts are truly excellent, but this one is an even brighter gem!!

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