Let us all hold hands and bow our heads
Although
Grace surely is not
Soo easily held
Sliding slowly off aristocratic heads
Entertaining
At it's flattest moment
At it's least
And this rain is never-ending
And just like that book
I am repeatedly falling
At all costs avoiding the 101
The dammed 101
It does not rain in Phoenix
Ancient bird rising
Quenching its own thirst
With our desperate praying tears
Hands held and raised pleading
For a moments moisture
Watching our pages dry and wither
Into forgotten parchment colored sand
Funny
How this grey has held onto my heart
And now
I would rather not see a drop of rain
For a long time
(JL)