Killing The Darlings
Even the hardest truths...
Do I have to kill
The darlings of my heart?
I don't want to.
That's why I have caressed the closing door
Long and lingeringly...
Wishing for a single moment more.
In August of 1814,
At three-thirty in the afternoon,
High winds were followed by a rain of frogs;
And so even the most unlikely events
Can occur at intervals.
I don't believe in these things--
But I admit that I have seen,
On wet afternoons,
How two drops close together on the pane, tend to run
Together and become