a poet might just save your life he
nodded, knowing, the truths spit
out from wine-red lips onto the floor
like that bottle of rioja the waiter
spilt that night we sat
in the corner and heard the priest
argue for equality
of ordination; you said
it was the candlelight
on my breast that caused
the contention; i said it was just
capitalism. it was still
raining; we walked
through sad poems
to get home, umbrellaless& reciting
rosaries of glass tomorrows.
we drowned only
in standing water once.
the tenth muse 
First! I’m sure rain accounts for over half the lovely poems in this beautiful world.
some really cool touches in this…the glass rosary tomorrows…walking through sad poems to get home…and the breasts causing trouble in church? never….ha….we drown only once…smiles….cool joanna
Beautifully sad…
we walked
through sad poems
to get home, umbrellaless& reciting
rosaries of glass tomorrows.
ok, then just beautiful. Mosk
Wow… Walking through sad poems to get home, I just love that. The glass rosary of tomorrows… Love !
“…rosaries of glass tomorrows…” Always felt these things were fragile and useless as a glass house, but then I am not Catholic.