And you think
no one will know
to put change in this cup
because it is empty.
The rain hitting
the paper of it
doesn’t sound the same
as the clinking coins of yesterday.
A child skips across
the bridge, outrunning
her raincoat, ahead of mother,
does one and then another
double take because she
does not want her raincoat
anyway, wants to feel
water bead on skin,
she falls back and takes it
from mother’s outstretched hands
and tosses it to the folded ones
of the man.
She has one pound
to spend today, mother may
I?
No.
Mother, why?
You watch her little hands
ball into fists,
her eyes cloud with mist
that melts into the rain.
You watch mother open a door,
watch a wind tunnel batter
the chandelier ornaments,
they clink like wind chimes or coins.
The child safely inside,
mother’s eyes glare back,
fear without reason,
they shout
I want that raincoat back.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
And you think
no one will know
to put change in this cup
because it is empty.
The rain hitting
the paper of it
doesn’t sound the same
as the clinking coins of yesterday.
A child skips across
the bridge, outrunning
her raincoat, ahead of mother,
does one and then another
double take because she
does not want her raincoat
anyway, wants to feel
water bead on skin,
she falls back and takes it
from mother’s outstretched hands
and tosses it to the folded ones
of the man.
She has one pound
to spend today, mother may
I?
No.
Mother, why?
You watch her little hands
ball into fists,
her eyes cloud with mist
that melts into the rain.
You watch mother open a door,
watch a wind tunnel batter
the chandelier ornaments,
they clink like wind chimes or coins.
The child safely inside,
mother’s eyes glare back,
fear without reason,
they shout
I want that raincoat back.
