Wednesday, 5 January 2011


We thought a day and a night of steady rain
Was plenty, but it's falling again, downright tireless.
I like it well enough, the mild crackle
In the alleyway, lulling or minatory, either way
Full of the freshness of life.  Much like words.

But words don't fall exactly; they hang there
                                          ~ Robert Mezey

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