#poem #poetry #amwriting missed me

missed me

may rain is strangely unpoetic
especially when one is rushing to an appointment
all those fat raindrops
in puddles
splashing up white orchids

it's not even as if it gets you wet
barely does the run-off from an open winter raincoat
reach your trouser leg
than it dries
leaving nothing to fret

come on may try a little harder
I know people are saving for their holidays
and wish you would slip by
but you don't have to give in

The Blue Book

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