Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Rain in Spain

"All day, since your haircut in the morning, you have looked like a painting even more than usual. We are in the wind planting the maples. We meet an older man who seems to know I miss my dad. And he smiles through the limbs. We talk easily with him until the rain begins. This is the brotherhood of man. Waiting at the airport on my suitcase, a girl traveling from Spain became my sudden friend, though I did not learn her name. And when the subway dimmed a stranger lit my way."

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