Raindrops take seven seconds to disappear into the concrete, leaving as if they never came in a staccato dance of reveal and hide.
Thirty two hundred dots in each blink read like a time lapse video of cell reproduction and death.
Here today, Gone tomorrow.
The rain is not enough to satisfy the sidewalk's desire. It begs for more and pulls the rainbow closer to slake its thirst before the drizzle disappears upward to the clouds,
After traveling the far edges of the universe, Jon Silvestri has found home in the mountains of Northern California, where he spends his days chasing beauty and writing poetry.
