THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

AND FOUND SHE’D MOVED

Feb. 24, 2012

Copyright Gordon Kuhn All rights reserved.

Poet in the Rain, Alpaca Junction, Inc.

You toucha my poem, I breaka you face.

I woke on Monday

Yeah, Monday knows the score

And stared at the white of the ceiling above

Yeah, like there ain’t no more Monday’s to come

On Tuesday I thought of the weekend before

And of all the weekends that passed in many a score

On Wednesday, I picked up the guitar and played one note

One note to say I was awake and alive and then went out the door

On Thursday, yes, Thursday I said hello to the lady next door

First time I did, wondered if I should have did.

Friday I woke up, uh huh, and found myself layin’ on the floor

Or is that lying on the floor, damn if I know

I just know where I was

And there’ve been times in my life when I didn’t

Come sing my song. Let life flow.

On Saturday, the dog had to go and so we went with the flow

Wandering around in the snow. Snow? Wake up boy, you’re in Florida.

Sunday, s’pose I should go to church. Mmm. Hmm.

Nope not ‘less they let me lead the choir.

Back to Monday when I knocked on my neighbor’s door

And found she’d moved.