Approbations 172- after Freddy Hubbard’s “Here’s That Rainy Day”

By Felino A. Soriano

Morning, running late
far behind modern greetings: quick
slanting
salutations
before noon becomes logic of heating disposition. Gray
canopy
covers
walkers
talking
into fractioned ears,
delegating senses into multifolded species. Dance
of sprinkling dust begins
short of saturating with
rude connotations.
Far
in horizonal depictions
ominous theory roars and lights

soon

those among the walking blind
will become elements
of chemistry comprised of
integrated irritation.