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The thunder is coming
off on the horizon
I can hear it rolling in
heralded by lightning blue
at times clear and sharp
sometimes pale and scattered across the night
bringing the wet
bringing the cold
bringing the rain
And so before I change
I need to put the me that is now
on the page for all to see
to write this before
I turn completely inside out
before I grow up
and become something else
growing
up is wonderful I know
but I
curled up on my roof at night
don’t want to need to.
The
rain is coming
to wash away all that was,
the dirt from the sandbox
the grime and the tears
all that’s left of the child
that is me
all that’s left of the innocence
excepted and applauded
the birthright
of every son of Adam
and every daughter of Eve
innocence born to protect the young
to protect me
The
rain is coming down
clean from above
bits and pieces of what is beyond
hold still, hold tight they say
the rain doesn’t hurt
don’t fight
It’s all part of growing up
from now on you put your boots on
before going outside
to splash in the puddles
of your life
I’m waiting
watching the flashes getting closer
electric blue on a background of black
light in the night
flashes of understanding
of feeling and insight
of meanings hidden in the clouds
getting closer all the time
colder
lighting the outside of the houses
driving shadows from the corners
deep into the streets
It’s time to go inside
leave the night
the cold and the darkness
to watch, not feel
through clear green windows
glass in lovely wooden frames
to shake off the innocence of another time
it’s time to cry
and then to grow up
after that it will be time to die.
sitting on a rooftop
waiting for the rain to drive me in
frozen hands trying desperately
to hold on to what is left
of a time loved and cherished
a thirty five year childhood
goodbye my child
goodbye.
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