the voice on a rainy autum night

Posted on Sep 29, 2012

the patter of a cold and gentle rain on an autumn night, in what was once an unexplored wilderness yet is now just a crooked bend where one city street meets another, the car slows enough to meet the curve, its turn a puddling slurry of wet tires, its cry the open window of a radio station, its exit the long steady climb from the Hogwaller where streetlights bend over the road like broken flowers.