In The Early Morning Rain

Kerik Kouklis

Dove Sta Memora

A day so gray it folds
inward upon itself
and tries to disappear.

Why do rain and pain
dance so well together?

The drizzle of dawning;
the downpour in your heart.

A pair of negatives
that can never develop.

The sound of your heart
thumping out its rhythm
as leaves rustle and drip.

Memories on parade
through the bleakness
that has seized control
of the morning.

Lumbering elephants
that can never forget.

This uncanny attachment
to what has gone astray.

Oh, rain, rain go away.

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