April
Journal:
Tuesday,
April
30,
2013
Rain’s
slow
inevitability
sounds
nothing
so
much
as
steady
rain.
The
way
damp
kitchens
greet
the
gargle
of
drawn-‐out
pots
of
steaming
stew,
the
sun
porch
roof
welcomes
rain’s
entropic
lullaby.
Windows
welcome
the
scrim
of
rain-‐gauze
as
it
wipes
out
pollen
from
wee
pockets
in
the
air.
Pristine
green
pecan
blossoms
gleam
in
their
sprigs
of
tiny
emerald
periwigs.
Fig
trees’
slender
branches
glint
with
pristine
emerald
nubs.
This
side
of
consciousness,
—just—time’s
slide
digs
in
for
a
day
of
high
pitched
greens
and
low
pitched
lullabies.
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