Another January poem

 

A comfortable, daily rain

undramatically dormant

cold season of drizzle

in an evocation of derailed

trains, missed appointments

and cement sandtraps.

I miss the oleanders, the eucalyptus

of the California coast, the cliffs

of a sea not worth swimming

in a city not worth destroying;

there just might be one or two

here of the just worth saving.

1/28/2013

Florence