Kit Kelen #1403 - catch

1403

catch

I’d have known it anywhere

morse first

and then a little thunder

timpani and snare

it’s raining

and a lizard runs

birds still fly

tongues out to touch

a teary sky

bucket for every drip

and catch

and bucket is a gauge

I hear the long drop

into the tank now

to join the store

of wished and saved

roofs shine unseen gathering

one of their many tricks

nothing falls in a straight line

imagine stars past

sing me

dream in it

it was dust where the grass will rise

tomorrow all will shine