by Ron Reed
The rain in clapping cadence falls
the sound soothing.
I have a roof, a refuge
from which to observe un-accosted
the lilting sound hypnotic, constant
consistent, contented, cointence.
I gaze out glazed
less to see than imagine
a result pending.
a slate wiped clean for newness
as the rain in clapping cadence falls.
©Ron Reed 2011