Each month we will be featuring a guest writer and this month is Doug Tanoury whose lives in Detroit, Michigan. Doug has been a regular guest writer with his poetry and you can find other poems in November '98 and October '99

August Rain I remember an August once When I could talk to him But didn’t and each word unspoken Rested like a brick on the silence That lay thick as a layer of mortar And grew into hardness between us These day’s I think of him Mostly when rain falls in gray sheets With a soft hiss as droplets Paint the pavement with color Of an overcast sky and collects On the road in pools in brought to full boil In summer storms with the Sound of thunder on my skin I recall in the air’s smell and The wind cool in my hair An August once when rain fell In mortar gray hardness on our silence Habeas Corpus Years from now when I am gone And you sit at the kitchen table With people who never knew me Show them this so they will know That I was touched and slightly Giddy with the silly art of poetry That to me was harmony and Melody floating everywhere They should know too that with Eyes and nose and mouth and ears And every organ that ties us to the world That I love you and it grew and multiplied Like fission in the nuclei of cells and Was carried in corpuscles speeding Through capillaries toward lips and Fingertips and other body parts That celebrate a passing touch

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