Thursday, April 3, 2014

Perspective

What rain?  my father
used to say - - -
      it's only
                God,
                        crying.

Oh, he was an
irreverent man
and I was left to
grapple with the
compelling vision
of a broody God
crying fits like me
hands fisted in hard balls
of angry frustration
showering the earth
clouds insufficient
handkerchiefs
to stem the overflow.



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