POEM OF THE DAY
March 15
It rained. Rode the bus to work in the dark.
It’s raining. Water streaks the windows and my cheeks.
It will rain. But you’ll be here then. Won’t you?
It rained. Rode the bus to work in the dark.
It’s raining. Water streaks the windows and my cheeks.
It will rain. But you’ll be here then. Won’t you?