Wednesday, March 23

I Am The Blue Jeans

I am the blue jeans with no umbrella
facing a sea of suits with spikey bits
like sea urchins in slippery tide pools
I flow around them and under them
a pink flower child in yellow raincoat
in one arm, the other is wild brown,
kid arms flailing in the downpour
a personal hurricane of turbulence
my head is high, for I have not grown up
and the rain does not bother me
unlike the ladies with pokey hair
their perms drifting in the deluge
like sea anemones dancing in delight
I love the rain, for I am a water sign
yes, but I am also a seed, and I see
the green goodness yet to be.

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