Rainy Morning
Subdued walking bundled in hood and cap
Beneath drooping trees of happy greenness
Rivulets running downhill underfoot
Rain's rush hushing earthward at an angle
Few wait for the trolley at six on a Friday
Three's a crowd at the trolley shelter
Trolley takes its time
Out of the rain into the hole
Fifteen minutes and three miles later
I climb the stairs out to Copley Square
Sidewalks puddled construction obstructed
Wet everywhere including the air
Every step I take is Kung Fu balance
My next move like a knife in my pocket
I never forget this is the city
Because I am not a target pal
It occurs to me that these mocassins
Are just not waterproof anymore
In the station closed convenience store
Saves me from the lottery today
Avoiding the homeless I descend
Catch the train and pretend
To ride to where there is no more rain
Deserted former industrial park
Puddles and idle construction machines
Empty acres that were to be a mall
Mile of chain link fence beneath gray sky
Half-torn-up parking lot and a line of pines
Beyond the tracks is a wildlife preserve
Where presumably there is wildlife to observe
Be nice to take the day and do that
Arriving at work hang my wet jacket and hat
Coffee and oat meal in the same cup
At different times
Friday, Rover
Day of waiting to be over
Rain and train and home
Monday do it all again
Maybe rain, too, then
