Friday, May 08, 2009

Stuff like this happens in college

Rain is not gravel plopping &
rolling
Not a child's bead
kit
somehow story-retold
spinning in the
air
isn't coins being sorted
uncleaned into
sacks by
loud machines, gray machines
like clouds.
Looking up, drops shine down
back the way they came
too small to see, the long long
fall
Size. Silent. Clouds.
You know
that noise on
boards.