Tunnel of Love

 

The rain I smelled
at mile 15, just before
West Dixon Creek,
will reach you by
Friday.

It is the same rain that
hovered above the
carousel that summer,
the summer we were
twenty.

It is the same rain that
will wash our bones
wherever they lie,
together or
apart.

Rain is rain is rain,
after all.  We are just
blessed to share it.

 

© sdrogers 19 april 2013

2 thoughts on “Tunnel of Love

  1. CatGem says:

    thank you, Lisa — and thank you for always reading

Thank you for letting me know you were here.

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