earth note 408

raindrops are sticking

to the north windows

suspended in flight

waiting for the wind

to evaporate them

i'm sorry this started off

as a weather report

i'll go where it leads me

even to the crossroads

of minutia

a poet told me

there is no content

without form

i refuse to believe that

sometimes form is a prison

there is no explanation

of why green tea

in the morning

takes me back

into the forests

of southern thailand

i need no explanation

--- e b bortz