Cackling Strange Pool - Daniel Barash

      Water melts down the roof

                    and drools into a

  strange pool in the gutter,

         the rain cackles

                  spattering the cement,

      blackbirds speaking across

          the canyon of two trees,

      my mind churning and twisting

            in the wind

      as red-haired angel

         strums her crooning violin

            behind me.

     Skyline is rippling,

     as my gaze surrenders

     to the stream, in the gutter.