Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: weather

polite weather

in the afternoon,
i go out onto the sidewalk,
stare up at the sun,
and bake
until i'm burnt to a crisp,
or until the rain comes,
though the weather
is rarely that polite

kept in from the rain

the rain keeps me inside
because i don’t want to get wet,

the rain keeps me,
because i don’t know how to forget its name

SOFT JACKET TOUCH

it’s that type of weather where i need to start
wearing a jacket in the morning,
but to feel sophisticated,
as that was always a childhood dream of mine,
i make sure that my morning jacket is made
out of wool felt and is soft, too soft, suspiciously soft,
to the touch