January 2003 Archives

Stopped stood there where I was
under
the start splitting rain
with her last...

(unfolding)

Just a meter past the park bench
on the side angling uphill

the sky, a single evenlit gray
almost blinding

her words, laser printed
black sans serif

There was nothing interesting about
what she wrote. Nothing fascinating
about common office paper
no nothing
at all

but, it hasn't rained for many months
and how it feels to ignore it
The Wet Tapping Sound of Paper