in the rain... stomps on
puddles he passes and
chases the birds who have
landed down on the ground;
his clothes are wet
his long hair hangs down
around his head in curls
and one could easily imagine
that he is really a girl...
she wonders back and forth
along the open field as if
she has no cares in the world
or doesn't want to go home;
she takes the stick she's
been carrying and swats
at a rabbit hopping by but
the rabbit ignores her
intentions and continues
with its stride... up into
the sky she looks... rain
falling in her eyes and with
a clinched fist held high,
she dares the heavens to
challenge her and any of her
foolish opinions... but once
across the field and back
onto her cycle that brought
her here, she fires up the
twin cyclinders and holding
onto the handlebars with a
casual force she accelerates
down the country road as
she has really had enough.
26 October 2021
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