What the Rain Tells Us
November 13, 1995
The drain pipe
filled with autumn leaves
sings slowly at its base,
the lid of the garbage can
pings, keeping apace.
Everything else outside,
everything, is in its place.
The drain pipe
filled with autumn leaves
sings slowly at its base,
the lid of the garbage can
pings, keeping apace.
Everything else outside,
everything, is in its place.