The Gutters

THE GUTTERS
September 4, 2006

It’s one of those days
when the sky’s fallen
and you can’t take a step
without splashing some
sadness on your pants
and soaking your shoes
and you’re forced to stroll
down stratus-grey streets
where memories are
snagged leaves in
saturated gutters.

It’s one of those days
when everything hangs and
smears together
so you can’t tell your
feet from the sky
or your head from
the ground and you’re compelled
to weep with the rain
where it catches memories
like litter down the
over-flowing gutters.