Friday, 30 April 2010

Thoughts on a Bus

The rain comes down today and the skies have been so clear.
The clouds blew over, 
the muted sun their backlight.
The rain comes down today and off yonder the clouds grow dark
and dense.
A portent…
Superstitious thoughts.
The streets wet now-betraying their stench,
yet baptized.
The rain comes down today.
Take shelter little souls.
Don’t get wet.