On Rainy Days: Creative Platypus
On Rainy Days
On Rainy Days like this one
I feel Gettysburg in my bones-
or maybe Plymouth-
seeing puffs of smoke in
the wet air
when no one else is out.
You happy people
who will not face the
Rain,
you Insiders, who never
looked in through lighted
Windows
and wished to God that you
belonged:
What do you know of
Astor or of woodsmoke-
who never had the larger fellowship
that comes with being
Alone.
On Rainy Days like this one
I feel Gettysburg in my bones-
or maybe Plymouth-
seeing puffs of smoke in
the wet air
when no one else is out.
You happy people
who will not face the
Rain,
you Insiders, who never
looked in through lighted
Windows
and wished to God that you
belonged:
What do you know of
Astor or of woodsmoke-
who never had the larger fellowship
that comes with being
Alone.
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