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Sport 40: 2012

Kissing Terry in the Rain

Kissing Terry in the Rain

I stepped out the front door
a coffee in one hand
my case in the other
strings of rain fell
like pearls
pattering on
the still hot coffee
I could have drunk
that coffee with the drops in it
clutched the mug
as if wishing to fill it
with pearls
I put the mug down
on the street where else
on the sidewalk
in front of the waiting car

The way he just stood there
the rain streaking
down his face
and pushing between us
as we kissed
his coat soaked
and my neck and hands
raindrops falling
from our eyes
like pearls he wore them
into the house