They have not been able to take away
The rain's song
Not yet
Not even in this cell
But perhaps they'll do it tomorrow
That's why I want to enjoy it now,
To listen to the drops
Drumming against
The boarded windows.
And suddenly it comes
Through I don't know what crack
Through I don't know what opening
That pungent odor
Of wet earth
And I inhale deeply
Filling myself to the brim
Because perhaps they will also
Prohibit that tomorrow.
COMMENTS
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obonewits
05:07 Dec 22 2009
Very well done.

broken
03:19 Dec 24 2009
Very good.
charlena
21:41 Jan 27 2010
i love it well done