April Rain

1.
The rain, again,
Has kept me
From cycling to work.
I sit in the subway
Silently reading poetry
To unknown faces.

2.
The rain, again,
Has kept us
From cycling together.
I sit at home, drink tea
And listen to the drops
Blown against my window.

3.
Not the rain,
But the threat of it,
Has again kept me
From cycling.
Over-steeped,
My tea is bitter.

   

Copyright 2003 by Richard Goldberg