rainy day

today
(i am)
the sight
the size
the sound
of this rain

memories flash in dreams
somehow i still can speak all the words i have forgotten

god bless this lonely billie holiday
god bless this miles davis
god bless coltrane and all that jazz

even buses run more slowly

the coffee is black
and the shop just changed its hours for smoking indoors
its ok i could use the exercise...

god bless the first kiss
the first touch
the first moments of uncertainty
something of the rain reminded me
what thats like
all that nervousness
and skin full of tremulations

... god bless the poet wordsmiths the re-inventors

... i like to keep my life close to me
like to have it all within reach or short walking distance

umbrellas pass by so slow... ly

i like the sound of rain
its like the sound of sitting in the dark of hannah's flat in long beach
brown carpet
california pacific air
jumping on the bed

its like the sound of oregon in the summer

its like a thousand seven plus sounds lived before

all sheeting down so slow as one long swipe across the city pavement

never seen

only heard

somewhere in the distance

... i like this wooden spoon... perhaps i'll take it home with me

but first now to exercise by stepping out beneath the awning

to watch the rain and fill the air with what my lungs are taking in...