Rainy Day Memories

“Cold Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Wilkinsburg,PA

May eleventh… Two thousand thirteen…
Cold rainy day in the month of may…
But the birds still sing…
And the ground is green…
Tomorrow this rain will be but a dream…

A memory… A memory from the month of may…

Suddenly it seams… Someone forgot to tell the trees…
The rain has already passed…
Maybe my dreams… Coupled with sunshine beams…
Will take these clouds away…

And send them to someone who needs them…

I have had more than enough…
I’ve run out of places to put it…
My rain barrel doth flow…
My plants got enough to grow…
My basement is the last place…
The water tends to go…

Then right on down that drain…
Eventually to my favorite park…
If we get much more of this…
I’ll need Noah’s fucking ark…

To float on down the highway…
Beer in one hand… And the other a hoe…
Tossing seeds out the window…
Then watching them grow…

Right on up to heaven… That garden in the sky…
I’m sure when you read this… You’ll think I was high…

I prefer lifted… Or vertically gifted…
I’m sorry but my mind seems to have drifted…

For now…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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