my sandcastles

Destroyed in the storm

Meaningless pock marked sandpaper smudges.

Oh, the rain keeps on coming down

Snapshot from last night's forbidden

Cobweb desire.

Dripping and skipping through crystal

Clear puddles in hot pink plastic boots

Made for stomping through muddy water.

Oh, the rain keeps on coming down

And the gray sky has the rusted shine of

Aged silver, reach with a chemical doused rag

and polish 'til it sparkles eggshell blue and smooth again.

Oh, the rain keeps on coming down

My magic marker love, I'll discover

You someday soon, standing in the downpour

Calling my name.