For those who have to get things done
This cold and damp
is just not fun
A brolly-exodus in
rain
To do one’s shopping
- is a pain.
Hair in
dreadlocks, dripping wet
We look a mess -
but what the heck?
STIB shelters try
to keep us dry
But buses splash
as they whiz by.
We still wear
gloves, our noses glow
There’s talk of
sleet, perhaps of snow;
Rain-sodden awnings,
empty chairs …
March has caught
us unawares!
Doorways - full of
bone-chilled folk
Where someone,
vainly, tries to smoke;
St. Catherine’s
square: disjointed crowd
Brave tourist guide
who chats, unbowed.
What’s “normal”
these days, anyhow?
Wind-blown birds
and trees that sough?
We shiver and
bemoan our fate
When will these damned clouds dissipate?
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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