We had a HUGE storm blow thru on Saturday and it knocked out the power to my neighborhood. I just...NOW...got it back on. LOL! Here's hoping my food didn't ruin in the fridge...
Here is a poem I wrote today sitting on my back porch while watching the rain come down...
AND THE RAIN COMES DOWN
-tap -tap -tap
the rain comes down
like a constant reminder
keeping an irregular beat
on the porch’s tin roof
-tap -tap -tap
the chimes hang silent
their voices stilled
by the grey lined day
no breeze to wake them
-tap -tap -tap
a flock of geese
graze the meadow beyond
silently browsing past
searching for their next meal
-tap -tap -tap
they move left to right
like keys on an old typewriter
occasionally stretching and calling
reminding themselves of who they are
-tap -tap -tap
the stale smell of tobacco
lingers near the ashtrays
reminding me of old revelries
when cards were last dealt
-tap -tap -tap
men laughing at jokes
humor spreads round the table
like a bottle of wine
passed from friend to friend
-tap -tap -tap
the geese pause and turn
and work their way back
like the tide retreating
from a shell tossed beach
-tap -tap -tap
an unseen siren cuts the grey
warning of possible danger
as it speeds to it’s destination
an appointment in the rain
-tap -tap -tap
scratchs my pen
as I sit here safe
sheltered from the rain
watching it all unfold
-tap -tap -tap
the toppled tree balances
across a live power line
like a circus high wire act
that has forgotten it’s finale
-tap -tap -tap
in the distance I hear
a small gas generator
coughing and complaining
about it’s dwindling fuel
-tap -tap -tap
the cadence of rain
the chimes slumber still
the geese have flown
the smoke still lingers
-tap -tap -tap
the circus continues
the storm has passed
the watcher gazes
and the rain comes down
-tap
-tap
-tap
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