dark clouds keep coming in
safe on the train
going underground, under river
then again underground;

these rides become monotonous,
the lines I write as well
a good reason to love the rain
washing away the garden snakes
slithering on my skin

let the wrath of God happen this evening
it won’t stop me now
a storm will never temper
the will I have
to keep going
repeated in
line poem sermon after line poem sermon over and over
keep going

af

(written in little notebook after another perfect night)