Drag the Rain

I've seen water grow an accent spoken to me

in broken ground as would have it downpour.

Children alighted footfall in a delirious splash--

their shoelaces seemed to give way in a fine

flop.

A film hurled downward from the wisest cloud,

tracing the fissures spending way.

Power lines sent their cross in a stream of

charged black channeling voices.

A rampant discourse pulled itself toward a sun's

depravity...a sleek glint dazed the unmade face

of every seeming thing.

A flashing knot tore out of some exquisite depth

to confront...what seemed aslant because a

mass of clouds poured down.

A knot drummed by what set foot, to set off feet

that drag the rain...give it the character it could

never have otherwise. 

Konstantinos Mark

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