Love you too
do you think it will rain?
Written outside a coffee shop on a mildy drizzly day on paper on Valentine’s Day. The picture above? The roof I was looking at.
Written in RED
Drizzle on my head
won’t dampen my paper enough
to prevent the words from
free flowing on paper
like soul blood
bottle behind an earthen dam
on a hot spring morning
after heavy winter snow…
The words will flow - overflow -
until perhaps they burst the dam
in a massive wash that sweeps away all the
malignant thoughts and fears
One giant cathartic flood
purifies.