A Poem From The Year

Dec 26 2012 @ 6:15pm

Rain

"All the Activity There Is" by Mary Ruefle:

Morning and raining,
raining and morning,
the first soft ashes
of light hit the boathouse
again and again:
all the muffled horns
on a faraway highway
blowing the dice of lights
like coals in your hands:
see, see,
see how sorrow can
derange a man’s mind.

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(“All the Activity There Is” by Mary Ruefle from her Selected Poems (Wave Books) © 2010 by Mary Ruefle. Reprinted with the permission of the author and publisher. Photo by Flickr user silent shot)