by Claire Scott
                   rain that evaporates before it reaches the ground
Sliding past seventy
                  streaks of rain hang 
                                    under clouds
Who is this man shuffling down the walkway wearing stiff orthotic shoes
who forgets to take his Lipitor, his Aricept, has bits of egg on his Eddie Bauer shirt
who wanders from room to room looking for the wallet in his pocket 
and can’t remember that I like a teaspoon of sugar in my morning tea 
                                    I form loving words in my mind
                                    imagine reaching for your hand
                                    rubbing your back, touching your cheek
                                    I can see it all in the wild almost
                                    hanging from the clouds
                                    I pray for rain to ease this earth


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