Genius Freak

In love with the kind, the brilliant, the creative, the brave, the generous, the crazy, and the hopeful

Cool rains down

Making the street

Let go of its heat,

Sending it back

As steam

And forgiveness

I hear in each drop

Her tapping foot,

In their sibilance

Her bubbling anxiety.

The white noise

That puts some to sleep

Wakes me up

To tea

And memory.

My Mom loved the rain.

And it loved her back,

The soundtrack

Of her “one-bad-thing-after-another”

World view.

But it loves me back too,

As it washes its way through the gray

Clearing room for

A patch

Of blue

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