between the rain|
rain falling as it did and does and hasn't stopped but for the tiny moments between cat's feet and the last leaves curled and spinning through January to drenched bent grass below from my willow the corkscrew willow I started from two feet high (when my mother still lived and laughed) and now reaches above my second floor window where I watch the rain the endless rain I hear it against the glass against the walls upon the dark street and snug houses and in the distance between and over the rooftops oh the hills the hills of the Geysers hills of St. Helena now so winter green and wrapped in rain the rain falling as it did falling as it does between the drops of rain the streaks of wet dark sky between the laughter and the willow
© January 1997 Leslye Layne Russell
This poem won a 1998 Dickens Poetry Award
and was published in the 1998 issue
of The Dickens and in the October 1997 issue
of "One Dog Press."