Friday, July 26, 2013

humming pain, evening rain

evening rain
that was hesitant once
coats the streets
like useless lottery scratch cards
at bodega thresholds

one doesn't feel so broken
at the edges 
you forget wounds that weep
and let the air give benediction
as your clothes get damp

your legs sing 
spirituals that stitch past pain
and present regret
weary blues wait their turn
as you can barely stand

when what you got
is soreness and a weary heart
and few give a damn past their umbrellas
reluctant rain just reminds you
to let your pain hum 

because who wants to remember 
those kinds of words?

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