10:59 a.m. - 2008-10-20
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Donald R. Anderson
Rainy Wednesdays
It's the rainy Wednesdays
that soaks you through to the bone,
making your skin cold and pricked
with the bumps and shivers,
a tap dance the hairs make
upon the outer limbs.
Ten minutes outside and you're
waiting for the bus,
making a funny face
at the cars passing over and over.
Tuesday's on your mind,
you miss the yesterday,
but tonight there's glowing deep
in your insides that makes you warm,
as the wind picks up
and throws lost newspapers down.
Teardrops in the rain,
plaintiff pleading for mercy,
a bag of groceries rips
and the oranges roll
into the street.
Brakes squeal.
Sudden disappearance of soul.
