In the rain and wind my umbrella protects me:
\nit stops anything except large metal objects
\nthat compete on the street to dissect me.<\/p>\n
And all goes well in the rain and the blast
\nand I duck around puddles and passing splashes
\nuntil I am challenged by a car turning fast.<\/p>\n
Cold eyes at the wheel, waiting in the lane casually:
\nlarge wet black car, driver watches at my eyes;
\nbut soon as cars pass, tires screech: casualty.<\/p>\n
I leap clear, throw him a glance to match his stare:
\nI’m too old to dodge cars; he’s too psychotic to drive.
\nI shake, wondering what if I had just stood there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the rain and wind my umbrella protects me: it stops anything except large metal objects that compete on the street to dissect me. And all goes well in the rain and the blast and I duck around puddles and … Continue reading