two poles. one poem.

© SoulReserve 2019


“old rain”

we picnicked near a
rain-puddle once
and the sky
shimmered grey
and pearly

I remember
our laughter
that carried through
distant trees
that danced
on light feet

we held hands later
we kissed
and the sheer mist
enveloped us

maybe the rain
that comes
falling today
has a bit of that day
rubbed into it

and wherever you are
whoever you are with
just maybe
you’ll think of me.

© SoulReserve 2019

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