Rain Come Down

#Rain Come Down

  I'm waiting on the rain
    to wash my streets
    clean and new again
    to summer-sweep the alleyways
    of a cluttered mind
    scattered with the jetsam of you
    arms held wide
    like church doors
    a linen cathedral
    our unnamed sanctum sanctorum
    now made desolate and irradiated
    uninhabitable, they say
    but I still live here
    on my knees
    I tilt my face to an uncaring cloudless sky
    mouth wide open
  and I won't spill a drop.

-LFF

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