To reside,
Here,
Forever,
In the space
Between the rain
And the sunshine.
The steam
Rising from
Hot asphalt,
To slither
Up my skirt.
The last few
Cooling droplets
Plunking across my brow.
Running down my nose.
The taste of
My hair gew
And the weight
Of the day,
Stream off
My lips.....
My chin.....
And cascade
Into the holes
Of the storm grate.
With a SPLAT
The sun falls
On my freckles.
They do “The Wave”
For a stray
Beam of sun
And a straggling raindrop.
No rainbow,
No pot of gold.....
Today,
But it was worth
The wait.
A contest entry
- Simple Beauty by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended October 14, 2007, 11 entries
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