the rain yapping outside
& pattering the window pane,
the sun just behind the clouds waiting
in the wing, the bodies rolling
in the quiet afternoon passion,
sounds resonating louder than the
thunder echoing in the room,
the summer haze outside eager
to reenter the town just after the
storm subsides, the winds ushering
in the leaves blowing round come
fall, the wet floods flushing the
wet fallen down the street in the
gutter, the yelling & the laughing &
the crying & the moaning & the
stale bored conversations of the
humans inside their dwellings
during the bitter cold of the winter
showing its face before & after the
wetness turns frozen white flakes
falling, comfort & weight gain through
the depths of late november,
december, january, february, march &
when april starts up the heat begins
again with global warming setting us
all to boil, with the rays burning
down, with the all the time in the
world to melt the ice that turns out
to wash all the dirt down into the
sewers, pulling the rest of us down
down down, right back into the earth.
