It was a rain swept afternoon,
Where a sudden downpour creates a white noise,
As if the programme you were engrossed in
Has come to an abrupt end
A thick and streaky Kurosawa rain,
Drumming against the windows,
The black and white contrasting with the grey.
Consigning myself to doing nothing,
Whiling away to wait out,
Consoled by the external aggravation
Pelting the pavements with applause,
While embezzled in the moment
Something I’ve not felt in a while,
The present not normally permitted.
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Anthony loves the way words sound through silence. He is inspired by the nature of the world and the expression of art as humanity decrees to discover itself. He writes to express the overwhelming beauty of the natural world with the inspiring admiration of artistic creativity. He has recently been published in Shot Glass Journal, Jerry Jazz Musician, Dear Booze, and Mad Swirl.