After I finished my undergrad I had a long period of time without writing. I worried on this for months. I began to stare at objects and write all the angles I could to fill up pages. Out of that, a series of 'studies' emerged. This is part of one on rain.
Study on Rain #2 (7/19/04)
The road
becomes alive
after a rain storm
The black
a deep well
with an awkward pulse
Dialated
eyes blinded
by moonlight
In Santa Fe
there are no drains
the water pools
Or runs
into little mouths
so that the street's history
can be hissed
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