The Reign of Rain

down my neck with melted specks… comes days once new…words they come and often spew…i look for wood bearing bronze strings…to start the fire to reach candela….not too bad for an old fella…sip and sound and swoosh around….a cup of up and half full down…no time to share as i often do…the advice from me arrowed to you…the tension of bow the sky so blue…some days so different… the weeks the same….pulled all together… by the reign of rain

your feelings are mine… and geostrategic…feeding my hungry and curing my sick…i sit in a chair and you in another…telling you tales of my heartsick brother…weight off the chest…the blankets inside…warming the wood is what you provide…for that i am grateful…better than dead…i’ll pass you the key to our joint owned stead…worried about… a certain vaccine…there is no disease.. there is no mean..some days it’s different…today its the same….pulled all together by the reign of rain..

by R. Ian Eldridge 2010

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