together
Thursday May 28, 2009
the music plays and the rain falls
on my hood, white and blistered.
whispers, slaps,
(sharp, but echoless. think:
(cracking knuckles
underwater)
match the beat of any love song
the radio puts up for challenge,
and isn’t it rightly so?
this hour’s wringing of the clouds,
echoes a ringing in the heart.
far away,
lightening whips
the eastern mountains.
here,
beneath the rain,
and beneath the stretch of a chevy’s roof,
the music
plays.
