earthworms, fat and
scattered so well
all along
the veneer of
rain fallen on
side walk
like so many swelling
vestiges of my
nature,
lost
in that yellow water
run-
ning
through an accidental creek
nearby
the air is pregnant today
with such sorrow
fit for
crestfallen sunshine lovers
dreary without their sun
gaze at their shoes
when they walk
through the sea, through
puddles,
the unwelcome abscess on
man's sidewalk.
they, seeing so much of themselves in the
concrete and the
traffic
televisions and telephones
more in their vehicles
and coats
than the rain that
covers any of it
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