Wednesday puddles
in slow motion
explosions of
fuchsia & lilac
ruffled rhododendrons
swirl a little girl
circles the aftermath
singing I am not
welcome but
I am not trapped.
grateful for blossom
and new wave on the grass.
evidence of rain.
Grateful for
the clouds. I remember
the morning behind the blinds,
darkening. We say
took the day off but
never gave the day away.
thick and malty, a day of
dark teas. Grateful for
the clouds after all
that sun. I have
begun to tan makes
all my scars
glow.