STEEL-SCREEN
RAIN
Hot, sticky, steamy, sultry,
What I have
To some
Seems paltry.
Rib-less corduroy,
Faded blue,
Used recliner
I sit into.
Sun takes nap
Under clouds,
A comforter covering…
All light it crowds.
Then a damp
Humid breeze,
I open my book
Balanced on knees.
“But I’m so tired,”
Noon time refrain -
Then I smell
The steel-screen rain.
I close my book,
I close my eyes,
Reclined in faded
Bluish dyes.
The tunnel echoes
Whistling train -
While I breathe in
Steel-screen rain.
RAIN
Hot, sticky, steamy, sultry,
What I have
To some
Seems paltry.
Rib-less corduroy,
Faded blue,
Used recliner
I sit into.
Sun takes nap
Under clouds,
A comforter covering…
All light it crowds.
Then a damp
Humid breeze,
I open my book
Balanced on knees.
“But I’m so tired,”
Noon time refrain -
Then I smell
The steel-screen rain.
I close my book,
I close my eyes,
Reclined in faded
Bluish dyes.
The tunnel echoes
Whistling train -
While I breathe in
Steel-screen rain.
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