Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Two

Kim Roberts

Summer Rain

Driving home from Dan's in the rain, puffs of fog rise from the road — the road so hot, the rain so cool — the weather makes strange the short drive from his house to mine, the place where Irving Street curves left past the Cathedral appears to levitate, the green draws close, the fog gathers in clumps. The eyes harvest luster and the heart drums its kettle in gratitude, sweet gratitude, as the whole summer world cools off.