shillelagh law (joneal) wrote, @ 2007-10-21 09:45:00

Impulse
The rain fell like an erratic Neil Peart solo
on the corrugated steel shed
where I’d sought shelter.

I could have listened for hours
but I only had one cigarette,
only a few drags to reflect

upon the evening or was it
everything?

The night seemed bigger
than normal, swollen,
out of proportion.

The questions came
like the staccato rain

yet one clear voice cut through-

“The truth is sought by few
and only in moments like this.”

I wished I’d had another cigarette

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