Waiting for Rain

Let me see you dive.
Call Friday if you have a clue.
Liquid refreshments arrive & peace reigns.

Nonflammable renovations hover outside.
I ponder where this goes in the stream of flings.
What to choose & when arrives.

Outside the cosmos wink at us.
Plastic cups are filled & the party
continues.  No way out it seems.

The batteries have died and pa
or ma in kerchief have fled the screams.
Help me, please, hold back your flight.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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