Evening Shower (for Tom)

[tectak]

Rain streaks across the page,
melting my metaphors
with the mercurial
abandon of a
precocious
child:
no great loss
as my phrases
were as empty
as the glass that held
my last portion of Scotch.
I lay my head upon the table,
and fall asleep to the sotto voce
cascade of congenial inconsonance
in this unexpected evening shower.

–Erthona

Thank you Dale. I would love this anywhere. I am in Oban. I am with a glass empty of all but vapour. There is rain. There is congenial inconsonance. There is apple wood smoke in the air. How can a glass so empty smell so full.
Back on Sunday.
Best,
tectak