Rainy Day

The processed darkness
is woven into unpeeled twilight
as the filtered liquid intensifies.

The playful sun practiced
peek-a-boo on the horizon
while electric droplets danced
on the window.

Steaming puddles ripple
when disturbed by wayward steps.
Now, frozen sidewalks melt
with each impact.

My Life as a Baseball Bat

I get cared for tenderly at first,
get dropped calmly into a rack with my friends.
The Killer grabs me and i get warmed up.
I take a stretch and head to the plate,
fly through the air in a couple of quick cuts
and then stop as I wait to attack the nemesis.
He skips through the air as I take a swing.
We collide in midair and he leaves the park
while I clumsily fall to the ground.
My job is done only until
the next Home Run.