Friday, July 5, 2013

Casey Bush




HISTORY OF RAIN

it’s not just precipitation in the gauge
but a paroxysmal bitterness
turning this bloody sock inside/out

crows pick through garbage
spilling dark fluids down the sewer
destined for some distant ocean
evaporating into an unsuspecting sky
and once again jettisoned by the clouds

street person in the backyard
doesn’t request entry into my house
but refuses to leave the premises

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