Glass: A Journal of Poetry 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.