The Library will be closed May 28-29 for Memorial Day.
Floating through space feels like lounging on a pool float. True, your float is no pool float.
It’s a slab of discarded metal lost in the wasteland of the universe, and it’s pulling you with it, too.
In another time - a whole other life -
Let the Rain Keep Falling
O birthplace rain I take what I can from
your mouth, delivering myself
from spring seeds,
wetting my tongue
with your resilience.
And you warm my skin in segments,
So many people crowded into one wave pool.
All together in one container,
Yet in separate groups, hardly mingling with others.
The designers did their best to replicate nature,
But only to an extent.
Waves for five minutes, rest for five minutes,
The appeal of the beach is different
For everyone who visits.
Some venture deep into the water,
Their heads bobbing above and below the surface
Of the bittersweet saltwater.
Perhaps they crave adventure,
Letting the waves envelope their bodies,
We caught her,
Slowly dying,
Submerged in water,
Alone and crying,
Slowly dying,
As she falls,
Alone and crying.
The sinner crawls.
As she falls,
I heard the voice,
The sinner crawls,
Listen to the noise,