Framemaking

The rain,
a punishment for stepping out of the house early?
- Not to see it that way.

The wooden back of the picture frame, the coarse, brown tapes around

There were so many frames and pictures there - and that Indian man, the frame maker:The price, the colour, the thickness, how many days…

What do we know about framing then?
I still know nothing about framing now
Don’t be jealous, she knows nothing about framing as well

Please don’t see it that way.
See the rippled mirror on the ground, of our world inverted.
Revolution is redundant. A puddle of water can turn the world upside down with liquidated clarity.

Thanks to the rain, clouds will be gliding on the road.

Pardon my clumsiness,
but I wanted to say our socks and shoes would be wetter than it is now,
wetter whenever we decide to walk on the clouds right after what's poured from the sky.

Our toes will be moistly wrinkled but the sky will tremor beneath us.

Wetter if we were to dash through, now, and stomp the rippled clouds, houses, branches and leaves

Better whenever we step on the reflection of ourselves,we bear the excitement and giggles
which will rhyme with those we had when we used to jaywalk together.