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

Crow-walk shuffles.

“My, it looks like rain.”

“Yes, it does.” 

Categories: Selection: Early Years