Thursday, March 18, 2010
I keep the anorak of rainy seasons
When I am sad with ants in circles.
To antagonize my sad feelings
Worsens the interrogative remarks.
More rain has arrived and I am in rage
For the complete life is affordable.
Brittle birds of flight shake the air when thundered,
And the light of electricity is shone.
The storms of briny origins are so complete
That some of us wear the anorak I wear.