The march along asphalt this morn shows

Streams rapidly moving as water flows

In torrents towards open storm drain

Rushing so fast from the pouring rain



Reminiscent of multitudes of admirers

Who pour down streets before chiders

Come abreast of them and stop the rain

Slowing down love and causing pain



Too many times it's happened in past

As wounds leave ugly scars which last

And lovers then scurry off to other sights

No longer wanting to be part of the fight



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

8:30am Thurs. March 19th, 1998