Kathys Room, 3 developments
Wednesday, 24 December 2014
Dream Poem 7
On the embankment
On a path
I stood looking down at the beach and the sea, it was high tide.
As I watched, bands of scattered showers came in from the horizon line.
Just a couple of lines of rain,
They let their water go and played out quickly
Like someone practicing scales
The last one let its water go right by my foot
But I was not wetted.