cyclic recycle re_____

when it first started to rain
i ran outside
tongue tense from
over-extension
waiting for the first drop
i pranced like i was 7

maybe i was

so when one liquid capsule
burst throughout
thousands of buds
taught and expectant
i only tasted
acidic tension

the distant smokestack
drew back as though
called off curtain
smug and content
the rumbling belly of industry
joined in where the
rivers connect
and give their offerings
to the clouds