Monday, June 9, 2014



When it rains
the earth is fraught with time

The future is falling upon itself
The rainwater becomes
the clover

The oldest house on the block
stands with its door open
in the rain

Someone is inside the house
examining what will soon be
ripped out

That which falls
has fallen before

Beauty will return
and the clover falls and falls

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