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Rain whackadiddle rain

September 28, 2022

the mood of the quiet city is still,
and the good solid citizens have made their way
to the pagoda in family clumps
carrying silver pails

now the rain crashes down on the indifferent empty street
the pavement tables were softly but rapidly emptied
as if by some rheumatoid ache alarm mechanism alerted
that it was best to leave at that moment

quickly the few visible pedestrians become umbrella’d
the few moving vehicles glide by shopfronts all shuttered
in honour of the dead

the storm sound is a chaos-theory inspired percussion ensemble
anarchic rhythms tightly arranged
if the vertical was slowed to the speed of the horizontal
and divided by the distance from the point of the
imagined receiving microphone
what savage beauty would be in that music

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