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Sherry Asbury
Poems
Jul 2015
Portland Rain
Fat little gray clouds
smear the sky.
Adjusting
to a comfortable position,
they settle in
and spend the day weeping.
Rain here is
soft and welcoming,
cold as ice sometimes,
but warm as a toasty spa
most of the time.
From my window
I see umbrellas that bob
like a *** boiling.
They weave in their
ceremonial dance.
Rain whispers secrets.
Rain reads fortunes.
Rain cleanses the sidewalks
and waters the roses.
Warm inside, one might think
the rain a kaleidoscope
of unsurpassed beauty.
Homeless Old Mothers and Fathers
find it tedious and hold soggy
papers over their heads as they
seek a dry spot to wait it out.
It rains all day - grab a comforter
where you can snuggle and dream.
we are having a drought and just had had a heat wave...so I dug this out to whip up some moisture.
#rain
#portland
Written by
Sherry Asbury
Portland, Oregon
(Portland, Oregon)
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