May 19, 2010
This is just to say that it is
There is the alive sound of car wheels in the rain
as I follow my grandfather about.
And it is night.
Streetlamps aquire blotchy halos.
The water falls noiselessly
and releases that curling humidity
which floated above for hours.
I will walk home alone,
and I will taste this air, wet with rain.
It is not sad, but rather welcome.
As another car passes
and I dream
of falling asleap to such an ideal

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