RAIN IN NEW YORK

by Ayn

Yes. The only answer you accept.

Maybes struggle for equilibrium

No matter how tight the rope on end to end

Only a yes---a rock-hard, unbroken yes.

Where do I come from?

A take-up from a cold zilch yesterday,

Or from modest heaps of nixes amassed over time?

It's still a springboard, in any case.

Expectation, Anticipation, and Optimism

Ring sounds of assent but are still understated.

Hope. Life is felt when hope is drank.

I can dream not, but hope not, I refuse.

It rained in New York that day.

The Big Noon Guy only waited from behind.

Since they're neither sweet nor saline,

I let it permeate my cover

This is not the first time.

Does it bother you knowing you know what to expect?

You know you need a yes.

A rock-hard, unbroken yes.

Here's to another interlude,

Where patience gets deducted from hope,

To a point when I ask the Big Noon Guy,

Does it even rain in New York? #

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