Who asked for the maddening dance of
Swirling summer leaves
And huge pre-storm rain droplets
Bashing against a dizzying jumble of
Dented cars and old farm trucks.
Hovering under a tormented awning,
I am captured by the abrupt swell,
A surprised spectator, watching it unfold,
Waiting for a momentary let up
To sprint to my car.
Old ladies in a fickle,
Cowering beneath their oversized purses,
Hustle by with wiggle-ass
“My, it looks like rain.”
“Yes, it does.”
Categories: Selection: Early Years