the thunderstorm last friday shook the floor of my room and
rain fell in sheets and pooled
in the street
and i remembered
walking through a monday night downpour
to see you
i put on jeans and made breakfast and washed dishes all morning
in the drafty kitchen,
kept the windows open,
folded the day,
startled by its unfamiliarity
not far, your face was tilted to the sky,
you loved that it was raining,
you weren't missing this neighborhood,
or thinking of my trembling floor,
i know
No comments:
Post a Comment