Did it rain this morning?

Seventeen notes of mottled laughter on my window-sill,

The rain said “good morning”

Waking up like coming to, from dental surgery…

First euphoric from the novocaine of sleep.

Then slowly as a returning memory of some forgotten tragedy, the pain peeks in with my consciousness.

Oh yeah, it’s me…remember?

Those seventeen notes,

A sweet wake up call that brought me back to life.

I was so happy playing dead.

Jkf

7/11/13