PATTERNS IN RAIN'S PATTER
Patterns in rain's patter
design in all desire
beckonings in the beacons
of primordial fire
We go by much too fast
the hidden gate to see
Millions of frequencies
we can't receive on the tv.
Yhings have shook the world
too subtle to perceive
Milton's kind smile for all
Milton's sweet gentle soul
Melded stars a
quadrillion miles away
to make him stay on the stage
God made him believe the play.
(to Milton Radney, a vegetarian
cab driver in NYC before
becoming a successful
entrepreneur, a man who quietly
gave money to thousands
anonymously)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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