Standing in the rain

December 1994 on the A1 southbound, somewhere in Lincolnshire/Nottinghamshire

Standing in the rain

And cold

As my breath curls

And foils the air.

One moment "

Wet under the oak trees

The damp sky soaking the crumbled earth "

To know the cold and rain and breath and sky.

 

Holy leaves are tangled in the green

Grass like moist hair

Ribboned with twigs.

And I

Stand breathing

Wondering what next...

How to go from here?

With a quiet secrecy

Or a wild cry?

 

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[Ed Fagan]

it's writes like this that make me glad I skipped around this site. you have colored so much with so little.