October rain shimmers down, <br />plunges into caves <br />shatters the crusts and beggars <br />of impoverished gates <br />and seeps into main forages <br />filling the cracks of middle aged fresco <br />with few ephemeral molecules <br />of combing light before proceeding into <br />the constrictor's spine <br />and drying out momentarily <br />in the left overs of a <br />November awakening.<br /><br />Bera Tremoz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changes-8/
