Monday, July 11, 2011

Raining in Amherst

I gasped when I opened the book
found folded pieces of notebook paper
Inexplicable delights like ants carrying dead ants
Like smiling my way through a night
Or being woken by a rainstorm
as I sleep drunk angel in the yard.
I toyed with the dog bone with my bare feet
stood up and smoked a cigarette on the porch.
It's raining in Amherst.

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