Spilling


The cement can only soak up so much rain. 
The sidewalk shimmers.

Full. 

Then the water collects in invisible cracks. 
It pools in gutters and teapots
and saturates our shoes, 
our sandals, 
our sneakers, 
our boots, 
our hob-nails. 

We walk together: 
You, in your yellow raincoat;
I, exposed.

Your hand is my only defense against the downpour.  

I hold it tightly
and press myself against your cold polyester shell. 
I can feel the warmth underneath, 

You’re shimmering
and about to spill.

 

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

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