The Garage

The desire of the trees to drink the rainis part of a design beyond our kenthat can put out fires if it falls just then…strange that air can become a hurricaneand tear branches off, pierce a windowpaneand mere lightning cleaves a trunk wide open:a closed yet vibrant fate and originfathomless, simple, brutal, and too sane.So rain, for a man, brings contemplation—if not a flood’s fear to protect his goods:it stirs up memory and lonelinessand a fixed idea out of frustration;but why should woman with her many moodsshare the man’s wish so deep and meaningless?

~David Francis


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