Letter to Susan

by W. F. Lantry

I do not believe in the rain.
Yet the leaves bend,
and in the gutter a flood
backs the sewer,
and a young girl
runs down the street
with the Los Angeles Times
above her head. Where
is she racing, her arms wet,
and her hair falling? her legs
raise shadows of water,
but I do not believe in the rain
since, when I unclasp my hands,
they cannot attract the wind
and my arms forget to be cold.

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