Zuppa Toscana Blues

rain falls heaven looks on said rain turns to snow i make two bowls of zuppa toscana i wait quietly while listening to bob dylan in my own way, i am bleeding too looking out my window, i admire the white art God Sees Me suffering dusty memories of wishing, hoping, thinking, and praying for just a little lovin'......anywhere, anytime, and anyplace everything is now frozen.....in time....no change....frigidity standstill personal permanence for me takes over....zuppa toscana now cold.....