Poetic Asides, Poem-a-Day Challenge April 2014
Day 1 – Beginning and Ending Poem

Riding Shotgun in the Rain

You might see that first drop
hit the windshield,
that splatter of insignificance.

But one small annoyance
will merge with another,
converging into liquid trails
downward, ever downward
heavy with purpose
in an attempt to cover
the whiffs of manure
leaving the farm.

So my futile tears
feed your intolerance,
till there is only a glass
of silence
growing between us.

We ride.

Remember Man

You have become
your arrogance,
a soft dusting of ego,
a pile of hypocrisy
crammed in a jar
with blackened bitterness
and irreverent assertions,
the arrogant intolerance
you would not swallow
in life.

In the end
you are dust,
thick and choking,
a smothering
of all you were.