The Rain on Cruise’s StreetO'Dwyer, Edward
Right now
I’m envying the rain on Cruise’s Street.
And it occurs to me
I’m probably the only one,
but I am in no hurry
as shoppers
rush between Claire’s and Boots
as it heavies and thickens
and the clouds overhead
groan machinelike.
And yet my envy
I could pinpoint down
to a single
and isolated drop.
This one,
I could scapegoat for the rest
as they come down,
lashing the faded red-brick
in torrents,
turning it a muddy brown.
That full and luscious drop.
That one right there,
see it?
The one trickling
down her neck
like a lover’s liquid tongue.
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