Apr 21, 2019
1 min read
Rainy Morning
a poem
Jack Johnson
Stirring up “inaudible melodies”
Bubbles settle in caramel-vanilla coffee
Half a banana for Alex
Standing in the dry spot beside the window
Tennis-shoed feet dashing
Through grass, wet and heavy
Into a big yellow box
Children’s faces pressed against the glass
Jane Eyre waiting on the table
Rain sinking into
Crevice
Asphalt
Green
And feather,
I crack the window
And disappear.
