September rain

   Rain runs throughgutters of my heart dark floodslate September light & here we are,the crossroads of Libra:still hanging on. What is it thatallows the past to breakfast onour children? To tear new worldsapart? You, gloomy inthis thunder sky carry your own childtrussed up inside mute & wildstill so blind to your own knifethat butchers. Rain runs throughgutters of my heart we are too oldfor time to touch us: & yet as darknessfloods the light you return againjust like before: to haunt me.