Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Nine Trees

Everything has significance --
the laziest of raincoats, slack
on their hooks.

This is a series, maybe,
or at least you hope to bank
the words like rain in a jar,
full to the cleanest threads.
That can take days, an army
of them, for the drops to meet
and greet each other. Weeks
of pouring. If you're lucky,
months of damp confinement.

1 comment:

Deloney said...

Jenny: this is good. The wetness for me implies the joy of inspiration, full to brimming and spilling over, wanting and needing to write something down.

word verification: panting!