For Chrissake, twas in the middle of the street, <br />rain now was dampening the bloody noise <br />of cars and ugly buses filled with tired men, <br />and there was hope, as well as deep despair, <br />the real threat of one communication breakdown, <br />and rapid fire words and sighs not understood, <br />a towel would have been Godsent, to wipe a face <br />but other thoughts came tumbling...yes he would.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-289/
