Ponder the other half
-- the other side,
of a tear drop
shaped planet.
Spheroidal hemis-prison
to some, do not go there
with romantic notions
isss ... isss ... isss
murmurs the pasture rain.
This is difficult to bear.
Flashing of cloud borne arc
strobe-ing gelled walls
on loading docks
heavy in their lakes.
No hump-backed moon
lasts in the dense yoke
of humid emotion
rocking a cradle
of newborn troubles
as droplets that stream down
the glass ...
Rains down onions
scupper'd to the ground
-- understand --
... that for a whole life,
Time is eclipsed by
its reluctance
to experience
this moon-raked drenching,
as walls look like wax,
and flat roofs are un-pardoned.
2000
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
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