Date Posted:04:02:19 01/17/05 Mon Author:Gray Squirrel Author Host/IP: dialup-4.182.255.61.Dial1.SanJose1.Level3.net / 4.182.255.61 Subject: You, the Weather
You, the Weather
There's a warm state of mind
When all thoughts shift to sorrow,
When the storm hits the streets,
Floods the gutters,
Turns the roads, dirty gray,
Into rivers.
And you, bundled into
Your long cotton coat,
Skiff the sidewalk
When the rain moves
To drizzle.
Looking up, barely straying,
Where your eyes are the mist;
The wet taste of a kiss
Now turned cold
With an old thought of summer.
