“Grisly weather”

he said to her, climbing down the train stairs,
shocking me – why would he insult the rain so?
A soft mist soaking into the earth: yes
Cautious light, internal luminescence: yes
Shy, female touch: yes –
his footsteps sounded hard on the wet concrete as they walked away,
as I turned back to the damp fingerlings caressing me,
my hair, my face, my body

© Meisaan Chan

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