There are cracks in the ceiling of my house.
I fear the whole thing will come down on me.
Too many years of hiding the little things and now…
the ceiling is leaking, too.
I place pots on the floor.
They catch the water as it comes.
Too many pots on the floor makes an awful racket.
Now there is not a clear path in the house.
I must plot my steps carefully now.
The bare floor is precious.
I cannot afford a spill.
There is no time to clean up the mess.
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All I could think about when I read this piece was the scene in "The Color Purple" It's gone rain on yo head... Don't know why I made that association.
This piece is very fluid. I love how it captures the urgency of the moment. Thanks for sharing!
- D
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