pathetique 1

it never rained when you want it to
dark sky
meanspirited
hovering
finally relieved itself onto the dust

no real reason why
the curve, known as the back of your hand
slicked
would not tolerate a vehicle at any speed
besides you were tired.

the world was awash
so many years ago
black wipers knocked on the window
a wet shroud on the glass
murmuring the names of the child yet to be

why do things fly when they can not?
such as car
suddenly free of it's confines
with lunatic abandon
on devils holiday
the 65 Fury
soared through the torrent
into the swollen creek below.

gravity,
angry to have lost the lot of you
returned with a vengence

How did the lights stay on?
as you sunk
headlamps cutting through the water
thicker than tulie fog
the dash
radio
fighting the belts
windows,
fighting the door
she just couldn't get free
she just couldn't do it
and you bloodied your hands trying

the air was up,
so there you went
gasping
jackknifed back down
as the current relayed you to no one
searched and cried out
swept up by branches
unconcious

she waited

no one blamed you

and
decades later
after the night
when the rains returned
where usually, a dry bed

a visit to a barber
a fresh shirt
you wandered in
clutching lilacs
smiling
with tears
whispering

'Marla
Marla

Marla'