Treasure Island

Thomas Bates

(11/20/1973)

Rain Must Come Down


The rain must come down, flooding
sidewalks
swelling in gutters
marking time
seconds and minutes counted
in a multitude of droplets.

images of a vast and moisture-less wilderness
sand- swept impressions-
dry sighs
of moments in a camera lens
caught
before
the drop-off of struggling death.

somewhere
a banjo player leans back
two wooden legs lift from the floor, titled wooden
moment
of a humid saloon.
drink
by drink, the half-sleeping
audiences
gulp down, into submission, into dehydration.

some afternoons, I
could almost feel the clouds
against
my face; Crayon hues,
stars nearly
scraping the sky.

and after all, I do love to be loved.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

this is basically three moments of images thrown together. It has no real meaning, it's just a painting with words. Still, when I look at it now, it makes a lot of sense to me. It's an impression. hope you liked it. :)

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