Sitting outside on a wooden bench
my back against the window
of the cafe
watching the trucks pull out of the
parking lot,
watching the overcast sky
turn to rain
seeing all the same shoes go
back and forth
seeing all the umbrella covers
get lost as their owners
struggle to get undercover
on their way
to where
ever
casting my gaze across the intersection
watching the hes and shes and
manes and canes and dogs
and gods cross the street
feeling my fingertips get cold
inside their skyblue gloves
noticing the raindrops sitting next to me
on the bench
and near my shoes
while I stay dry
and laugh and listen and talk
and share stories
with you.
