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Ezekiel J. Krahlin

(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

saturday  august 15
i wake up too early
     think of you
     ache for you
can't get back to sleep

i roll over
face the window
     streets quiet
     dark sky grows light
     sudden:  a soft rumble
     in the air

     in the middle of our dry season
     a rain
     a gentle shower of rain
     falls from the bright lit sky
     at dawn
          (were you up to see it?)

the sun
neon rays of
     streaming thrust burst bolt asunder
puff balls of

joyful tears
rain from heaven
blessing the earth with moist polka dots
     and i think of your sweet kisses
     upon my face

like your cool hands
a delicate breeze caresses my arms
folded over the blanket

i wait for a rainbow
expecting it to arc
from my window
to yours across the street

and it does it does
just for me