Somewhere a woman sings an aria to her piano,
With the rain bright on the windowpanes
And the chairs dusty under crocheted covers.
Somewhere a man digs a grave
And the rain streams gently down the mound of earth
And spatters his yellow slicker.
Somewhere a boy runs to the alley
Holding his tongue out to catch a drop of rain
And sloshing through the puddles.
Somewhere a woman dreams
Of rain on Mozart’s grave,
A man places a bunch of violets
Heavy with raindrops on a coffin,
And a boy shouts a song
To the rain.
About Me
- welcome to the labcat
- the labcat is the online life of labrys, smith college's art/literary magazine. we collect poems, prose, flash-fiction, letters, diary entries, essays, doodles, paintings, oils, sketches, photography, animation, videos, graphics, chicken-scratches, stippling, charcoal rubbing, pastels, collages, observations, music and whatever else inspires you. send it in bulky bundles to labrys@smith.edu.
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