Guest house
May 3, 1984
When it rains, I'm huddled under a bridge, roof low, door open to downpour piano. Wet flowers waft into cloister. Sun leaks through screen door, floor a faint grid. Trees splash shadows.
When it rains, I'm huddled under a bridge, roof low, door open to downpour piano. Wet flowers waft into cloister. Sun leaks through screen door, floor a faint grid. Trees splash shadows.