lenten journal: parking lot poetry

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parking lot poetry

I dress myself with rain
make a hat of the clouds
and a scarf of the wind
a coat of many shadows

I can see the stepping
pools across the asphalt
if I watch my step I can hit
every one of the puddles

I am a body of water
walking on water even
as water falls and finds
me thirsty for reunion

poetry in the parking lot
the drops sky diving
rather than just falling
gentle melancholy mist

I come home wearing
evidence of my epiphany
the pups storm to greet me
cloaked in rain of their own

life today is wet cold gray
better to make of it an
outfit than an adversary
I dress myself with rain

Peace,
Milton

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