The last drop falls fat and slow,To soak into chiseled cracksAnd nourish the moldBeneath artificial rock. It drips from a thin wisp,Sucking poison from the sky,Dragging ash in its wake To bleed into salted dirt. An errant tongue might pluckThe drip from its course,To muddy a small boy's stomachWith a taste of rotten clouds. The … Continue reading Raindrop →