X

The summer rain, through its watery smudge, 
Has left blisters on my metallic back, 
With each scratch the cocoon gradually woke
To embrace the thunderous sky-lit crack—

And so I sat inert—awing the X 
That drew my eyes across the slate-grey sky—
And I breathed the near-relief ecstasy—
As the rain tapped the roof to drop a sigh.

Dale Chou
2002-06-29