A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
She last saw him on a rainy afternoon — a doormat pelted during a stormy June, when her screen door whined, hard-slapped the frame. the last glimpse — heel of his well worn shoe beside a torrent down galvanized aluminum, neck to spout. gushing water carried away down the street to the corner, iron grate — sifted vagrant sticks, leaves and rock wanted to go with, disappear into the earth. drained, elusive fluid flowed away unseen, meeting new origins, lifted to the clouds, hopefully to return again, when a heavy rain meets withering concrete. and, what would the next storm bring to the doorstep, to that porous, metal drain, a constant refrain emptied at her entrance? she lowered her cup, looked upon the sky's intent. clouds reappeared, and realization -- she last saw him on a rainy afternoon. 6.26.21 40 lines, free verse for Writer's Cramp with same prompt beginning and ending poem.
Not good enough for the Cramp last known edit from deleted static She last saw him on a rainy afternoon — a doormat pelted during a stormy June, when her screen door whined, hard-slapped the frame. the last glimpse — heel of his well worn shoe beside a torrent down galvanized aluminum, neck to spout. gushing water carried away down the street to the corner, iron grate — sifted vagrant sticks, leaves and rock wanted to go with, disappear into the earth. drained, elusive fluid flowed away unseen, meeting new origins, lifted to the clouds, hopefully to return again, when a heavy rain meets withering concrete. and, what would the next storm bring to the doorstep, to that porous, metal drain, a constant refrain emptied at her entrance? she lowered her cup, looked upon the sky's intent. clouds reappeared, and realization -- she last saw him on a rainy afternoon. 6.26.21/9.18.21 40 lines, free verse for Writer's Cramp with same prompt beginning and ending poem. |