Tuesday Rain

The road rolls out before me
In the mist of a Tuesday rain
That hangs somewhere between
The grey tinged sky
And ground.

Yet my feet are planted
And the road rolls on without me
Leaving me behind 
As it paints miles of ribbon
Over the horizon
And beyond.
  
But even though I stand
A solitary figure
I am not alone;
Your image is etched
On my rear view mirror
And even this Tuesday rain
Can’t wash it away.



august 2006
Janet Reid





 
Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Aug 30, 2006




 
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