388 Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is the rain once again
that keeps this conversation alive
even if we do not intend
to like it

the road is muddy
and this rain continues to fall heavily
on the roof of my house

the river along the path
that you shall take
shall rise and may threaten
you

there is no choice for you
but to stay a while
and keep this conversation alive
about the rain

the rain that we are not making
they come
not from the clouds
they come
deep within our hearts
they gather

to give way to tears