Thursday, April 10, 2014

Rain / Dream: 11



Rain / Dream: 11

The dead walk through silver dream rain,
nonchalant and smooth... as if on a conveyor.
You are on your way to a dinner party
at a Chinese restaurant.  You see a flat screen
TV in a store window, dead-grey, no reflection.
The dead smile plaster-white at one another.
You run into a gawky kid you knew in school,
a fifth outfielder in those days, dead a decade:
electrocuted in an ice storm.  The gawky kid
smiles even though it is clear he has no memory.
You are on your way to a dinner party,
no invitation, walking nonchalant... real smooth.

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