when it rains like this
I wish for my old vinyl
records and the songs
that seep back into
my heart like water
into our basement
its something other
than mere melancholy
or even memory
the melodies have worn
rivers in my heart
whose beds grow dry
from time to time . . .
and then it rains words
and music – blossom
smile some sunshine
and I close my eyes
and sing along
Peace,
Milton
