Rainy Avenue

Sweet face

That’s what you used to call me

When we’d walk down those tired sidewalks

Of Rainy Avenue

Cracks in the cement

Below my sandaled feet

Toe snatchers.

That’s what you called those divots and pot holes

Obstacles we playfully and confidently avoided

You had a special name for everything

Even Rainy Avenue

Your little hypocrite boulevard

We never did see it rain

On Rainy Avenue

Dark clouds, sure

Lightning shows and thunder parades

Sometimes you could even smell it in the air

… the rain.

But not a single drop ever fell

Not on us

Not on Rainy Avenue.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

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