Friday, September 18, 2009

Saturday Morning

Rain trembles in the leaves
its luscious, liquid staccato,
spatters the dawn-warmed asphalt,

strikes metallic melodies
from the wire strands
of the window screen.

Moist in the music of silence,
I sit upstairs on my bed
beside the lichen-greened hackberry tree

outside the open window—
immersed this Saturday morning
in meaningless, inconsequential glories.

Copyright Thomas L. Kepler 2009, all rights reserved


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