how old is the man at coldamp station?A Poem by Richardjust take a picture of yourselfHow Old Is The Man At Coldamp Station? every raindrop felt like tiny bites from a rain tiger each more playful than the last bouncing from sidewalk to sidewalk until one paw swiped my cheek and drew blood and an old man didn't know that from one angle he was just an umbrella and from one side, just a book open to the 33rd page attacked by the rain tiger who got a good lick and made the word 'blossom' into 'bluggum' and the rain tiger howled with laughter like it was god of thunder and while mother bought us a ticket I snuck around the umbrella but then got shy when I saw him crying I didn't know he used his umbrella for protection against the soggy old world just like I used my mother to buy me tickets the rain tiger really did it this time it painted tears on that old man's face giving him water-colour and the allusion of life so I didn't ask him if fish get thirsty or if he knew where to find an imperial flower or a grain of time because it was past the hour.. and mother was soaked with anger because our tickets were dated 1939 so we gave them to the old man and the rain tiger disappeared © 2015 Richard |
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Added on March 16, 2015 Last Updated on March 16, 2015 |