A Cold Rainy Day

It’s funny how love becomes
A cold rainy day
Its funny,
That rainy day
Is here
-Frank Sinatra

Sitting this morning

On the Trailways bus,

winding our way

Down to Boston’s Logan Airport

In the early morning rain.
I lay my head down
and gaze out the window,
soaking in the misty woods.

Time flips back a year
and I am now walking
on a high exploding flowering
ridge in North Carolina,
on that cold
day when I backpacked
Eighteen miles in the rain.
That day
Is now a shimmering memory,
all the hurt gone.

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