her red van pulls away from the school yard;
grass-caked sneakers dangle from booster seats
they try to recall whether they've finished their lunches;
hazel and blue watching streets trickle past
sixth-grade hoodies slosh along the sidewalk:
happy orange-yellow-green and soggy
his thoroughbred grazes along chain link fence:
lead slack and dripping silent silver
highway cars pass the church gym;
puddle spray echoes along the wall
she sees her porch reflected in driveway puddles:
gold, with plaid curtains and an open door
it rains all friday long:
a week's worth of cares slip down the gutter.
coming to emily's?