Mon AM Newburyport Waterfront
There's very light showers, almost individual drops with personalities of their own. This one for example loves to surf the furrows of my forehead as I approach another Monday. If only I could be so free.
No boats are moored in the river yet. The wilderness of water still remains untouched by mast or rigging. Only small ripples from the intermittent rain dot the surface with any movement. Everything else is silent in the shadow of clouds.
All except downriver where a glimmer of sunshine lights the water over Joppa Flats. I think it may be the summer making its approach. Or else the white light of next weekend is greeting the start of this lifeless work week.
RUST AND RAIN AND TIME
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One has to carefully pick and choose among the verses of Issa to find the
good ones. Even then, one often has the feeling that the good ones were
accidents...
13 hours ago

2 comments:
What a wonderful image of individual raindrops!
Okay, now I can't get that Velvet Underground song out of my head.
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