Come Again, Another Day
When it rains like this in the City
I think of you
Like being inside a waterfall
The thundering cascade
Can the glass in the windowpane stand it?
It is morning, and the sky is dark grey
Like steel and warships
I will find a place where I can hear
The water assail and assault the stone
And feel the way it stops and starts
The rhythm and the drum of it
Last night the skies cleared
Just enough for some love to gleam
Like a soft sense of tenderness
Through the hardheaded beliefs we build
It is a morning for saxophones
The sweetness of relief
The sugar laced taste of it
Beggars belief…