Short and Suite #10 : Reserved For Poetry

I saw a guy driving out of the parking garage as I drove in.
I thought, I sometimes like to be the kind of guy who's looking for somewhere to go at 1:15 A.M.
Walking from my car and dragging a Marlboro (yuck),
I looked up into a streeplamp through the rain,
And I saw raindrops bouncing--
BOUNCING!!!
--off of leaves.
This sort of thing, I thought, was
Reserved for poetry.

-Alfonzo