Northwest Ghazal
You’re there and then you’re not like the April rain
I came unprepared and sat alone unscreened in the rain
No charger, no books as shields, a mind unmade
My naked face ready to talk only about the rain
Restless, awake again at 4 a.m. turning sideways
Looking for signals. Get up and go listen to the rain
Spring came in mean, humming like a treadmill
an unsteady promise, light bending through the rain.
I want to watch you blink and move your collections
objects of affection and people who know how to love the rain.
Forget romance, I can read. And there’s woman-wise graffiti
honest as shit-smeared floors. I carried my coat in the rain.
Teach me what you know, how to sway like a lottery
And perch like a cat, all purr and no permission but rain.
When I leave, I’ll drag my boots through the puddles outside
To rinse my own feet. Home again jiggity jig in the rain.
Yesterday's effort in response to the Glo/NaPoWriMo ghazal prompt
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