Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Another January poem


A comfortable, daily rain
undramatically dormant
cold season of drizzle

in an evocation of derailed
trains, missed appointments
and cement sandtraps.

I miss the oleanders, the eucalyptus
of the California coast, the cliffs
of a sea not worth swimming

in a city not worth destroying;
there just might be one or two
here of the just worth saving.


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