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Chairs in the rain
State of affairs
Radboud in the rain
Passing the church
Awaiting your deep warmth and endless long days
A discourse of rains, of intense blues and greens.
One is gone and fights go on,
and not a few have the shakes.
I’m ashiver myself,
though your sun would bisect
this dripping wind
and give us the hope in-between.
Is it enough? It’s never enough
for the cloth-clad accuser (April’s sore loser)
still wanting to know:
who’s the righter for being colder?
Another of her secrets she shares
You’re not made of sugar, she says
when it’s raining.
She can see me not melting.
What rain was like in a parking lot in P.A.
It’s not at all but
I’ll say it, like
and not in rivulets
and who knew
the pavement sloped down?