RD Armstrong		The New Deal Sometimes when I'm Not obsessing about All the standard bullshit That is my regular Standard of living I find myself Observing life In these here United states This morning I was struck by How beautiful The wooden steps From my apartment Looked after the Morning rain The air So clean and Crisp The sunlit trees The street Everything I was a child Again filled with Wonder and joy I could have danced But then I remembered That I'm not that graceful And taking a few false steps Went back upstairs To the safety of My new life		Untitled   It's hard to describe Sometimes It's like waiting For that first Drop of rain To fall on The old gray Wooden deck  As if that First drop Held so much Such promise And hope Fecund with life As if it is The first First drop  The anticipation And dread of That moment The heart in your Throat hand Fluttering near Your chest Barely touching  That sense that love Is near at hand  That strong  That is what I Felt this afternoon For no reason while Doing the dishes On a gray Afternoon Not thinking of You or anyone.