Not for caution

              the rain

   like water toiling away
          at the bottom of a black pot

heavy with industry

             an entire era of invention
          crashing to the earth

          burning away the weeds
                with acid and ash

taking everything else with it

           while we dance and sing,

                         make love

until at last we drift away into sadness.
                        again.

               that rain…

                               even on sunny days

                  is always seeping deeper beneath the surface.