When I rain
I rain on plastic tents
stretched over heating vents
where the homeless sleep on cold nights
in the cold, cold cities.
In southern towns
I pound tin roofs—
slanting shanty roofs
across the railroad tracks.
There I drum a slum song
to children asleep in one bed.
Under the bridge,
an old man in a dirty sleeping bag
slips into a drunken doze.
He dreams of better days
when he was a young buck,
dancing like rain
on top of the world.
© Peg Latham, 1993
Rain in Kolkata Photo by Monster eagle from Wikimedia Commons |
1 comment:
Thanks for posting, Tony!
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