Rain splashes off the
screen door.
It\'s raining in
my heart
chubby little drops
splashing on my soul.
The sadness is deeper
than a lagoon,
bluer too.
There are days
it doesn\'t pay to
get out of bed.
Maybe,
in the next dream
I\'ll find my
prodigal cat.
We could listen to
Sketches of Spain,
Miles Davis knows
how to bring the lost home.
She\'s a black runt that
burrowed into my heart.