SummersEnd


Summers end brings

Rain here streets

Slick slither and

Shush as car

Tires roll sounding

Like nannies at

Bedtime heavy grey

Clouds pass like

Soupy sponges overhead

Dripping and scrubbing

The sky all

Is quiet except

For the lone

Barking wet dog

All else is

Green and damp

Except for me

I am dry

And warm like

A piece of

Toast awaiting the

Butter of sunshine