some things are better left unexplained.

Saturday, August 08, 1998

August 18, 1998

Grace

Northeastern Rain,
a heavy blessing
Standing on the corner half-drowned

You with grace
and a red plaid umbrella
noticing me in pity more than love

God bless you.

You with space
and I with next to nothing
opening our dryness on an otherwise cold day.

"To the stranger who shared her umbrella with me in Boston"

Your blog is better than my blog.