lightly pattering raindrops soften the smoky window raindrops soften the smoky window a small stream of water curves down the glass as the girl looks out at the busy street her fingers encircle her coffee cup echoing the full moon of china with a crescent hand... moving in a graceful arc the cup meets her lips as she gazes through the drops listening to the muted staccato rhythm of the gentle chaos that paints the reality impressionist.. she looks down quickly: it is just the rain.

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"I like the form of this, and the feel, the fuzziness. Written in Big Spring one spring when I was going to Howard. I like the impression of a moment of seeing beyond the everyday, then being drawn back into focusing on whats going on at that moment around us. Both are equally neccesary, I believe."