rolling again into that
sly season
that back then
may as well have
been my first taste of rain

reticient sense
of mephitic passions
and morpheus courting
yearning to feel the refreshing
present
drench of
devil departed
diamond rain running
down
like liquid eyeliner to
a woman's tender tears
she
in the realization of some
great personal truth

one room
clear out old cupboards
and play sepia slides of
child smiles on the back
of my brain
prepetual beginnings
reflect an increasing suspicion
that things might just be
ok
cognition and imagination
come closer
in earthworm sidewalk smell
volume
of sly season rain
on my rooftop
i am compelled to discard
wry reasons
that maintain god creator in
drought season