Just a short bit about rain

EvilToasterElf
EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The rain in Binghamton

scours the leaves from frosted branches.
The colored fingers of oaks and spruce
like aging grandmothers
cling a month too long to Autumn
and remain outside until the sky
is bleached winter gray.

The rain in Binghamton
scatters the clusters of stray cats
and the faded fur mixed with dirt
that makes almost black and almost orange

The rain in Binghamton
breaks through the spotted holes of rooftops
and fills the dents in curling linoleum with puddles,
like an army encampment
fills slim valleys before battle.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Go see if you can get that one published, or enter it into a competition.
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    the ending metaphor is fucking amazing. cheers.
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  • jboelhow
    jboelhow Posts: 170
    Nice work! I've read it a number of times. The images get stronger with each read.
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