Sunday 4 September 2011

wet through

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 raindrops
what if they were words,
vocabulary from clouds
soaking your skin,

sliding off your coat as it dried,
whispering onto the kitchen floor,
 there’s still a few stuck
in the seal of the fridge door.

a storm might bring you
a whole story,
beginning middle end
if you stood and waited,
     imagine 
                          uncertain
  I feel as
                    happily ever
                                        omelette

2 comments:

  1. This is a very apt poem for this miserable rainy summer. I like the photo as well.

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  2. Well, it was written last autumn! But just as relevant for July and August 2012. The photo shows me leaning out of the car - my head is the round shape in the middle of the picture, and the open door is at the top - and taking a photo of the water running down the road!

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