Observations on a Rainy Afternoon.
waits under the two almond trees;
like fire frustrated,
writhes round their black limbs.
oozes fat drops of rain;
opens an umbrella,
yellow, like a street lamp
lit in the late afternoon.
starts for another city;
hiss on the mirror-wet road.
The square is sucked empty of its people.
alone, at my window,
the rolled umbrella,
black, in a corner of the room.