by Donal Mahoney
The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon
I march west beneath
my own umbrella while
you beneath a floppy hat
dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore
the perfume
traipsing in your wake,
the ribbons dancing
in your hair, as I
beneath my own umbrella
keep on marching west.
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