escapril

april showers: silver

my ruddy hair is soaking wet
with avant-garde dreams
i'm slipping through the puddles
and swaying my hips like a madwoman
my body bare and free
the gold here seems to be king
but we must praise the silver
creeping quickly down our cheeks
for this is renaissance
this is how we bear living
the water slips through my fingers
so i grab something steady
my own hand
or the giving tree
or anything worth holding
the rain is seeping into my bones
my umbrella is down at my side
i drop it and allow my skin
to fill up like a water balloon
so full of this atrociously maddening life