summer walk
stolen from
a
travel day
bench under
a leafy
canopy
not quite
enough
umbrella to shelter
us from a
sudden
downpour
your
plaintive cry of
“I’m getting
wet…”
precipitating
a squelching dash inside
walking
yesterday
I passed the
spot,
remembering
how you
fussed about
your hair
your shoes
your clothes
patted the tree that
had offered
shelter
smiled and wondered
if etched in
its bark, its limbs,
its rings of
counting time
there would
be
a blip of
memory of the day
two people
took shelter
and he was
such a girl
