And I caught myself thinking today
as it rained

How much I love
the fact
no one can tell
if you are crying
when you hide
between
the
d
r
o
p
l
e
t
s

Steady rain, early morning.
I am grey and the clouds
are flesh colored.

Mocking me, they dance
beyond fingertips seeking.
I touch
droplets of my dreams
and watch them
soaked in by the grass.

Laughing, Silver
birch sway
to a rhythm my hips
ache to feel again.

It is a sad story, I put down
my pen and paper
take off my shoes
and dance alone
in tear soaked grass.