socks soaked rain / again again the damn rain
cold wet greybeard [Ey] under a moon hiding sky
spitting relentless but not erasing
that rainbow: perfect suspender bands across the sky just at sunset and Ey
there are compensations for wet socks
Tag Archives: labor
lot dogs 3
you’re being unreasonable she pined
the back seat window rolled not half way down as if
I had power over the rain her hair
her make up those painted-on eyebrows
meant to give accent
to an accentless face and me /greybeard/
socks soaked to the bone between her
and a good hair day
lot dogs 2
no one looks
dogs / body day-o
that white sun shy
under November clouds
just another blind beauty
what waits
for no scruffy traffic warden