a sheet of rain
is music
each note melting
into itself
surging shallow banks
of the little colorado
brown & grainy forms
collapse into the rage
where the songs are written
unrehearsed
where the water tower
stands
rusting
where the boys speak
of the mad ones
mad to be saved
one of them adds
where no one highway
speaks like the river
--- e b bortz
(published in opednews.com, June 4, 2012)
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