Sometimes
Sometimes
the sound of rain
has become
that assonant murmur
of bustling
train stations,
and every someone
I have ever failed
at loving
stands
beneath those vaulted
train station ceilings
inside my head,
looking both ways
down the rails,
certain
that the low, heavy
tremoring of the air
is the sound
of my inevitable
return.
-from the collection “We Call This Thing Between Us Love”
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4 Responses to “Sometimes”
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Beautiful pairing of the train station and sound of rain.
Love the poem…it has a amazing ring that catches your eye.
omg. dissonance..the sound was perfect. almost haiku. im jealous. bet the real time was just as good or better.
Thanks, Melissa! 🙂