lenten journal: chance of rain


    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


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