Saint Giles Street
The people lift their umbrellas
as they pass each other along Saint Giles.
I am not at ease in my own body
as I move toward Mass,
my limbs gingerly shaking out,
my jeans wet to above the knee.
I can't help thinking
how much better it is
to be alone in sadness
than to be with someone else.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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