raindrops fall in vain

for Rebecca Edwards

raindrops fall in vain

and abuse

the kindness of my soul

I hear them landing outside,

an audience to a short-lived affair

continuum of vertigo, a song

soothing,

yet, absolute

a spiral dance to an unwelcoming ground

where they are of little regard

but slaves and remedy to dry spirits

that one can envy such courage to fall

in the open

and share their end

alone