DANCES WITH RAIN

DANCES WITH RAIN

The day you took your clothes off and danced in the rain

I wrote down a poem about how your metallic hair,

wet with luster was plastered against your pale skin

and I thought of William Carlos Williams’

poem about how so much depends

on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain

and the meaning became so clear

I stopped writing and began to dance

 

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