Rain at night

Rain at night grew out of day’s dust heaps as clouds of dust not settled on sleeping heads.Pillows search imagery in major street corners of the mind, when you cease to exist in sound,your quiet mistaken for eyes closed to life.

Rain is dancing in drain pipe in a steady pouring from the roof , its snakes slithering in streams on the metal road, towards the rain water pits where they enter the burrows to sleep in rocks.Not sleeping, they join the other snakes there. Rain has surprised the moths still buried in holes their wings still in the making, their bodies itching to die on the cream of light on our window glass.

They will come out slowly to embrace their deaths and tomorrow there will be a rich raking of wings.


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