Tonight rain falls
Like a language we can’t speak
Choking Vicksburg Mississippi
My theory being that
Speech is too quickly
Taken for granted
That we don’t feel
This awesome gift
For what it is
Let alone all the children
Our words drop
All over the place
Does that seem a little too Buck
Owensesque?
To invoke a New York poet
Frank O’Hara said
Since when has sight
Replaced feeling?
Tonight I offer you
An umbrella of sweet margaritas
I offer you
Faraway lips upon taut excuses
The very nub and point
Tonight my heart is a California
winter
Scorched by spring
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