June 14, 2013

Rainsong 2

And it rains
And I can hear them like stones pelting on my window
Wanting entry into my life
Knocking and demanding 
The meaning of my actions

And today they evoke the greys

Brooding unsure greys
With their dicey e’s instead of the straight a’s
Slow-torturing me with cold fingers

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Maira Gall