John Burgess
Rain That Imitates Anne Waldman
rain that trips and falls
rain that pisses its pants
rain that defies fire
rain that dares peel off its opaque plastic poncho
rain that translates 13th Century Chinese poetry
rain that levitates, meditates, buddhas and nirvanas
rain that haikus and dives into Basho's ocean
rain that laps land, floats islands, disintegrates continents
rain that washes ashore in pepples
rain that levels the playing field
rain that throws everything out of focus
rain that falls on me, floods my dreams and faucets
rain that taps on windows and wakes us so we make love to its rhythm
rain that soaks our T-shirts, clings to our skin, leaves us too aware of our bodies
rain that showers together
rain that grows moss, nourishes indifference
rain that filters coffee and perks grounds
rain that dips biscotti
rain that shows yellow on the live Doppler radar
rain that drops acid
rain that rains black, the ash of people and buildings
rain that retaliates, assassinates
rain that stains, rain that terrors
rain that weathers cement, cries tears into pavement
John Burgess has worked as a reporter and copy editor for weekly newspapers in Montana and Washington, and has taught English in Japan. He has been published in PoetsWest Literary Journal, and was a winner in the 1999 King County Poetry and Art on Buses project. He currently lives in Seattle with his family.
Email John Burgess at jb@gumballpoetry.com.
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