01-25-2016, 11:05 AM
Futility
The drips tick and tap my windshield
as obedient wipers erase all impact
of rain drops' final self expression
streaming down glass ending in amorphous puddles.
Why should rain rise in battle
against gravity
in conquest of vain glimpses of the Sun
merely to crash back to murk?
The drips tick and tap my windshield
as obedient wipers erase all impact
of rain drops' final self expression
streaming down glass ending in amorphous puddles.
Why should rain rise in battle
against gravity
in conquest of vain glimpses of the Sun
merely to crash back to murk?