Some not so dusty Plodders not so wet Behind the ears as you Say you can smell the rain Approaching if you’d just stop Long enough to unclog your nostrils.
from here I can smell the lemon trees and the coming rain .... I like it best when it drums on my roof .... when I in my seventy-third year think of her in a wet dress running up to the square
( "approaching / approach" is a nice word .... a "gate" that swings my mind in-and-out comings-and-goings ?
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ReplyDeleteI can smell the lemon trees
and the coming rain .... I like it best
when it drums on my roof .... when I
in my seventy-third year think of her
in a wet dress running up to the square
( "approaching / approach" is a nice word .... a "gate" that swings my mind
in-and-out comings-and-goings ?
I
ReplyDeletelike that evocative
image of her
approaching wet
to the skin