On my way to you,
I step lightly through the monsoon.
And for a moment, I think of tossing my umbrella
to the street,
for I am confident that if
I couldn’t quite walk between the drops,
I could at least skip from umbrella to umbrella
and arrive at you door,
dry.
by
Jeff
From 09-10-2005 (Sun)
xoxoxo loverly.