Rain falls in this town
The most regular event
And still we can’t drive
poetry, prose, and photography
Rain falls in this town
The most regular event
And still we can’t drive
While I was driving
Upon a bronze lion: birds
Strange absurdities
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
Tendrils of the night
Wispy hints of memory
Floating through my dreams