The day the rain came,
I couldn’t go home.
A river flowed down the hill,
So I found a temporary
Bank for refuge.

The day the Sun came,
I was spoilt for choice.
However, even the April
Sunshine was too much for me,
So I chose cool laziness.

She was dressed almost for
Winter; not quite short sleeves
Were her only concession.
Perhaps that is why she
Went home facing the past,
Her thickly tighted legs and
Snugly booted feet turned
Away from the advancing summer.

Her scarf is merely for
Show, but what of the rest?
For all I know it could have
Been cold and dark when
She arose.

I hope she is happier than
The paranoia she reads
Suggests.

04/08/2010

Posted on 06/03/2010
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