Nor do they have to. On Thursday- <br />The single drop of water, glass <br />Bead bursting sun <br /> <br />Stores and cats on all corners <br /> <br />Hunching down in their fractal <br />Immensity <br /> <br />Broken arm broken Cadillac <br />Your OCD drenched and dripped <br /> <br />A little boy with a long thin braid <br />got a dollar he put on his head like <br />a hat <br />From a dark & light skinned laughing man.<br /><br />Marcos Oro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thursday-rainy-people/
