Elements

the rain yapping outside & pattering the window pane, the sun just behind the clouds waiting in the wing, the bodies rolling in the quiet afternoon passion, sounds resonating louder than the thunder echoing in the room, the summer haze outside eager to reenter the town just after the storm subsides, the winds ushering in the leaves blowing round come fall, the wet floods flushing the wet fallen down the street in the gutter, the yelling & the laughing & the crying & the moaning & the stale bored conversations of the humans inside their dwellings during the bitter cold of the winter showing its face before & after the wetness turns frozen white flakes falling, comfort & weight gain through the depths of late november, december, january, february, march & when april starts up the heat begins again with global warming setting us all to boil, with the rays burning down, with the all the time in the world to melt the ice that turns out to wash all the dirt down into the sewers, pulling the rest of us down down down, right back into the earth.