For Martin with thanks for the memories
Two words trickle out - rain and romance running together in rivulets drizzle down the glass traces of an unhurried scurry of lovers puddle hopping in syncopated rhythm the black umbrella rising and falling in time wet hair and couldn't care less seeking cover in a fruit orchard big summer drops and ripening plums or there in the lee of a causeway, an upturned boat weather-proofed and picnicking this far on into precipitous years there is no desire for it to tarry in the most modest of tempests nor linger in the lightest shower instead we scatter haywire like late November leaves buffeted by gusty squalls to the far reaches, the doorways, homeward bound - still holding hands
In the Imaginary Garden, two words plucked from Marian’s diverse collection of November Themes and bringing some romance fresh from the rain into Poetry Pantry
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