Walking in January rain
nursing the pedestrian pain
of living and loving insane.
Circling our city's Lake Lemain,
it's not on our knees but it's prayin'
for a happy, holy refrain.
Wandering around in the brain
with words in a musical strain
meditating sacred/profane.
Walking in January rain
taking these moments to sustain
relating on some other plane.
Walking in January rain.
With you.
(Please read my short story, The Memory Girl, at litro.co.uk, click on Issues, Number 101)
