On distant days in quiet towns

While I sat with a café while

It rained outside. The sound of

A radio playing somewhere

In the distance. Writing and

 

Seeing songs of the street and

Deep puddles where rain

Pools. I on trains and walking with

Violent bursts of lightning

Overhead. The smell of it –  

Rain in windows and feelings of

 

Cool and calmness in an attic

Room in Prague. Wood creaking and

Hearing the tick of time on cobble-stone

Streets that trip me up to the

Stairs in museums so hard to

Climb and the limp of feet sinking

 

In memories of backstreets and rivers

And such cold that I should have worn

Shoes not sandals but still the hurry

Off to new places and the throwing of

Rocks out of windows of speeding

Trains and seeing them land on

 

Sides of hills I know I have been

Up once but now it is gone

Away and the ripples of

Lost rocks in deep ponds and speeding on,

And on…

 

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Published by Matthew Henningsen