crying on rainy days

the rain persists today,
which is good news
for the umbrella makers,
and also for those whose eyes
are constantly
dripping tears:

camouflage,
much like the anonymity
so many seek
in the concrete, steel and glass
labyrinths of the cities;

here, out in the sticks,
there's no cover,
no blending into the woodwork;
small town America
knows each player
even without a card:

except for those who cry
on rainy days.



April 3, 2009.

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