Tuesday 10 April 2012

10.04.12

Weekend Dad / Sudden Downpour

Hot in the car, driving back to Peartree Services,
my two wee spuds bake in the back. Tangled up
in Blue starts on the radio. Its chesty guitar slide
gets me all misty eyed, mixing chatter and poetry,
speeding along at eighty. We cut from light to heavy.

The rain hits: Big splats strike the window, arriving en-masse
like an out-of-the-blue crescendo. I say, Here Comes The Rain!
complete with punctuation, before drowning in my mundanity.
It falls faster than the wipers wave. I get glimpses
of spray. The kids singing, Rain, Rain, Go Away,
gigling between themselves.
                                             Up ahead I see white glare
where sun hits rainslick road like forgiveness.

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