This afternoon,
as the dark clouds
bloomed and the
first drops of rain
began to fall,
I lay down on the
sidewalk and waited
for the storm to
paint my silhouette.
_Bison Jack
Always good to find an atmospheric piece from Bison Jack and the Savannah Missed Connections in the archives. I believe this is one of the last poems I saved – it’s been a little over a year now since Craigslist changed its forum policies and while there’s no longer any creative writing or poetry to be found, there’s no shortage of NSA messages. Just goes to show that while some things change many others stay the same.