She asked me, what did you want to do today?
I wanted to take her to the park,
while it was raining and miserable in December,
It would be a surprise of course,
I wanted for us to feel the cold and misery together for once,
Lord knows misery loves company, and I’m sure
It might be something new to her, to go out
And do it deliberately, though it seems I do so all of the time.
What I stupid idea, she would think.
No,
I just like the idea of it raining
On the just and unjust alike.
        But we didn’t,
so I’m here under my patio
reading the poetry of Bukowski,
Getting a semblance of understanding of him and all that he means,
It rains on all of us,
May as well let it soak through our fragile skin
Together,
Or alone,
It doesn’t matter either way I suppose.