At first she didn’t see
me
sitting there, the corner
dark
and edged by shadow rays
as if it were a mission
station
for the night. They
reached out
beyond my waist
to her, all neck
as she peered into the
obscurer
specimens, lifting leaves
and looking down
into their dark hearts of
green.
I looked up at glowing
canopies, speckled
chandeliers
of trees, until her orbit
brought her close to me
and she
said “God,
you must be soaked”.
“I was”, I said, as one
last drop
ran down and past my
knee.
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