The 365 Project

rain splatters the trees
out my window coming
in small crescendos the
hissing rising and falling
against the leaves

i want the
green glistening forever

in here the lights and
speakers hum but i am
detached squeezing
the life out of this through
filters and sieves

i am not
losing myself fast enough

there is a tree resembling
each one of us hidden
in a forest somewhere
we seek it stumble upon
it or hide from it

if we find it
we know how we die

bhagiti 8.25.07 perrysburg, oh