Glads
Spring rain was forecast,
it came.
showers licking the earth,
also the bald spot on the top of my head.
under my collar, down my back,
skin gets squirmy.
In the store,
I’m thinking of buying an umbrella,
but end up buying Gladioli,
because you love them.
The tall flowers are soaked through
and getting heavy,
I could have forecasted that.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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