(or Precipitory Pantoum)
On a drive home from Lexington
the days of rain ran their roughshod will
and I could see the cloud front
hollering over the distant hills.
The days of rain ran. Their roughshod will
I welcomed. The break of coming sun
hollering over. The distant hills–
it’d been a week, already. A hard one,
and I welcomed the break. Of coming sun,
for so only long can things remain static.
It’d been a week, already a hard one,
and a dry day? Hell, I’d be ecstatic
for so only long. Can things remain? Static,
on a drive home–from Lexington–
dry day hell. I’d be ecstatic,
could I see the cloud front come.