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Rain poured yet never asked me
Oblivious to my plans
My hopes
My outfits matched with shoes
and
My plans for fun.

I sit in the morning shadows
Waiting for the clouds to fly away
or at least 
Turn gray to cream white to toasted gold
With the sun coming
Through bronze chinks

Passing over, casting shadows, cooling this street patch of
bungalows, remodeled driveways, grassy yards turning back to green
Clouds drift then circle then hang
A tempting practice


* * * * * * * * 
Rain pours yet never seeks permission
Oblivious to my hopes set for summer regeneration, no longer the teacher working summers who 
Instead laughs like a coed through summer.
Still, it washes down, failing to admire
My outfits matched with shoes, all purchased at my favorite thrift store.
A $40 limit for a season of action --
Flowing, wearing down with miles upon miles, dancing, skipping, tearing when climbing walls.
Set against me, the water continues, swamping 
My plans for fun with 
The lively Silver Sneakers crowd, retirees who are active, sassy, happily opinionated 
After years of following the rules and being good.


I sit in the morning shadows 
Waiting for the clouds to fly away or at least 
Turn gray to cream white to toasted gold 
With the sun coming 
Through bronze chinks.
Cello music fills my home as
I wander through my rooms in casual summer glory,
My dark hair scooped up in a colorful scarf.
Surely looking like I should be out on a Vespa while
Sipping iced drinks,
and 
I sigh as the last sonorous note fades.
 


Passing over, the clouds cast shadows,
Cooling this neighborhood's patch of bungalows, grassy yards turning back to green,
Independent shops, community schools, dog parks, and community gardens.
My polka-dotted umbrella at the ready,
I peek out. 
Clouds drift then circle then hang 
A tempting practice
For the eclipse to come
When I will be like a starlet of old
Walking through the clouded, rain-soaked streets
or this
Darkened, mysterious, changing world
Knowing my moment in history
Though no one else, not even the clouds, realize.  




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