poem in the rain
Feb 5, 2024
(mirror structure poem)
here we are in the rain
the sky doesn’t sing old songs
what we live in comes fresh
another turn of a rock, a blink
it takes time to invent a language
it takes time to invent a language
and i’m sure we don’t know what i mean
how they fit like a blanket, some old songs
as we blink back the tears that land like rocks
i wonder if this isn’t rain at all
