rain crashes on the tables and chairs
\noutside this shiny little bar downtown.
\nwe shelter inside under the weight of the clouds.
\nwe cling to drink or work or food or conversation.<\/p>\n
we expertly convince ourselves and each other
\nthat our surroundings are not falling apart;
\nendlessly breaking down into their component parts.<\/p>\n
water falls across the glass in sheets as we peer through it
\nat an unfamiliar, distorted, and entirely changed setting.<\/p>\n
barely perceptible erosion disassembles
\nthe environment that we percieve as permanent.
\npavement is a little less each day, after every storm.
\nrain smashes and wind whips away the detritus.<\/p>\n
warm, electric light and music keeps us all safe,
\nand contained, inside of a twenty-four hour period.<\/p>\n
everything shifts and rearranges around us.
\nwhat was yesterday is something else today.
\nsomething is gone. some things are new.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
rain crashes on the tables and chairs outside this shiny little bar downtown. we shelter inside under the weight of the clouds. we cling to drink or work or food or conversation. we expertly convince ourselves and each other that our surroundings are not falling apart; endlessly breaking down into their component parts. water falls … <\/p>\n