The Rain and her WatershedA Poem by Hollow ManI'm crawling through the flooded depths Of my mind, wondering, did we ever love, She and I, the rain and her watershed- I gathered sunlight to keep her warm, So she could sleep until noon, Strolled into the garden barefoot To dance in the dirt, to cultivate slow demise But in the garden I left it, to return to her, Saw her eyes open for the first time. I felt her as she poured down each culvert Into the desiccated basin of my being- The rain is spent but I feel it creep Down my concrete-dust spine. © 2011 Hollow ManFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on December 16, 2010 Last Updated on January 5, 2011 AuthorHollow ManStafford, VAAboutI was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..Writing
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