Friday, March 7, 2008

Rain


Rain

I

don’t know

if there’s anything

quite as pretty

as watching

the rain's reflection

dance on my dash.

Each

drop

original

flowing

in

a

form

never

seen

and

never

forgotten,

creating

and

recreating

its shape

shaping

and

reshaping

its creation,

flowing

in and out

of perception itself,

vague existence

replaced

by vague nonexistence,

Where does the rain begin

and where does it end?

-James Floman-

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