Poet at the edge

Raining straight down,

looks like the wind has taken vacation and I learned in New York City

you don’t let the rain keep you in. Grab the umbrella, a ball cap,

or make a break for it who cares if you get wet, how much, for how long?

Raining straight down,

looks like semi-transparent curtains with the drippy humidity

that is fog hanging benignly between. The mail truck pulls around and

the motor breaks the silence which is not really silence,

just rain bouncing off gutters and draining.

Raining straight down, I feel like the forlorn kid wanting to play

but no one is outside and I feel forgotten in this place so I go.

Wandering up to the coffee shop or over to see how the park looks

newly painted, wet, and beckoning me to visit in my lonesome state.

Raining straight down, looks like the wind took a vacation.