Tuesday, August 21, 2007

City Rain

The streets are sopping, and a man is walking very slowly, behind his leash, behind his bulldog. I want to open the window and yell, "Hurry up, you'll get wet!" Instead, I sit here in my office--the window bolted shut--and watch as they make their way down the avenue, so slowly, I think, but when I look up again, they're already gone.

2 comments:

Limonada said...

I love the rain. It's poet weather.

Joe Hefner said...

I like walking slow...meandering, wandering, whatever you want to call it...it's a Southern thing...