We are amazed by the glimmers of life and beauty
But mostly the sadness that manages to reach us in our basements.
Who can ignore that slow, sad whistle of the morning walker
Or disregard our memories from long ago.
They all come with each incessant pearl of rain
That knocks without remorse
Against our only window on the world.
This morning we open the blind to a raging storm
It attacks all that is selfless and modest.
Even that insignificant weed out there
Bends in the wind to remind us of nature.
It presses itself one last time against our window
And like a lover is gone forever.
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Living A Basement Life
We are amazed by the glimmers of life and beauty
But mostly the sadness that manages to reach us in our basements.
Who can ignore that slow, sad whistle of the morning walker
Or disregard our memories from long ago.
They all come with each incessant pearl of rain
That knocks without remorse
Against our only window on the world.
This morning we open the blind to a raging storm
It attacks all that is selfless and modest.
Even that insignificant weed out there
Bends in the wind to remind us of nature.
It presses itself one last time against our window
And like a lover is gone forever.