The rain trickles
Down these stucco walls
Like silver worms
Crawling through
Deep cuts
Morning moans
At the windows
A memory of ghetto
I spent a life time
To escape
Bustling buses
With beeping backup
Compete with bird song
for this soundtrack of city
where nests cling
to drain pipes
and old men
sleep in the street
rain sweeping
across all
like the hand of God,
and the drip down
this stucco wall
filling spaces
that God misses
inside me
and out
No comments:
Post a Comment