Who is Named After the Rain?

This poem was originally published by Leaf Garden Press. I wrote this about an afternoon spent in Marfa, Texas.

the rain and hail

seemed more like

wedding rice

and confetti

than anything threatening.

I stood in the doorway

with my sunglasses on

in the rain

and the girl and I

posed for a picture

in the laundromat

next to

washers and dryers

tumbling.

we ate ice cream

at the small cupcake colored tables.

long corpses dancing copper

in the streets

and two birds kissing.

the tables wobbled

each time we moved our elbows.

there was no reason to stop.

and the doors kept

slamming in the wind.

we just laughed.

Reviews

[everything inbetween]

I love the rhythm you get in your head when you read it. Great job~! (:

[Larry Dyson]

eclectic prose.. nice meter and flow.. smooth to the tongue...