-awww, hell <br />I said to the disconsolate creature walking beside me <br />through the park. <br /> <br />-take a look at those lilies in the goddamn pond <br />as your paradigm of hope: <br />they float on their sorrows. <br /> <br />and she, hopelessly woebegone, replied <br />with dolefully crestfallen eyes in that absurd, uncatchable, caramelsunlight, <br /> <br />-but what about when it rains, it pours all over them? <br />that’s how I feel now. it’s the rainy-season Spring of my discontent. <br />(she actually talks like that, it’s amazing) <br /> <br />and I said <br />-well, they fill with water, to the brim, and eventually they sink. <br />that’s what happens. <br />but once the weight of their sorrows sinks them, they capsize, and spill <br />their sorrows out into sorrows and reemerge, <br />light and empty, <br />out into that absurd, uncatchable, caramelsunlight. <br /> <br />and then she<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-it-rains-it-pours-all-over-them/
