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*moreWinteRain* |
at home, very late at nite,
or very early morning,
some hours after a coffee shop open-mic
where i read
some poems that i had
woven together w/the thread of my pain
...listening to the sound of winter rain
not
pounding the cement outside my bedroom window
for the first time in 4 days
...& i'm thinking
about how after i had
finished reading, & was standing outside,
shivering slightly, smoking a cigarette,
a woman who had also read this nite
came outside, i felt
her looking at me for
a moment before she said something like;
'i appreciate your passion'
...so i looked
at her sideways & said: 'thanx'
[what the hell else was i supposed
to say?]
...now, i'm thinking;
what she felt was the reading;
she dosen't know that writing those poems
may have saved my life
...sipping my beer in the late nite,
early morning, i wait
for more winter rain
that i know
for sure
is coming
copyright 2005
Stosh
Machek |
