Boy Running In the Rain
His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
His gander gait
Under the burlap mop
Who’s looking at me
Why is everyone looking at my legs
His mother telling him to be back this summer
Before the green peacocks turn to blue
Droplets big as his nightshade eyes bursting at each swan step
Boy on an errand
The stealthy guilt-ridden leaves of the linden
Motionless in the sudden metallic green flood
Boy still running in the rain
How old am I
As old as the linden when it was eight
Where are the caterwauling magpies this day
None to mock me in my gait
He thinks he’s running in the still hot rain
But the cars and trucks along the road shower
In their mindless manic main
Wait till you see my master drive me proud
Over the bridges under high-volting cables
My throat loosening up in coughs and curses
The mud drained from my tired gables
Boy still keeps running in the rain
When will the summer end
When the cotton sky turns to lead
Or when the boy stops running in the rain
© T. Wignesan July 15, 2011 - Paris
(First appeared in Alongstoryshort site on August 4, 2011.)
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012
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