Memoirs Within Facets
Second in a series of rain poems, this time with more landscape supposition.
The neighborhood is a masterpiece in a storm. The clam-treasure silver metal shelling of each rowhouse is drowning. The rowhouses blink, glisten, and beam with each reintroduction of storm claws. The raindrops that fall from the power lines shine like they hold comets from a suspended meteor shower within, as if Vinc…
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