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Thursday 3 September 2015

THE LONELINESS OF THE RAINDROP COUNTER


He counts raindrops, loses track, restarts,
A hefty drizzle dresses the window, liquid lace curtain,
Animates, blurs, distorts the distance, edges of hills shiver,
Road like a lazy jelly snake quivers and a spooked crow
Resembles a flying hearse. Everything is soaked.
He counts, distracted by noises, but he counts
Knowing no one cares, no one will check his accuracy,
No one will label him a cheat because no one will come.

Enough of the far distance, focus on the glass, a face
Stares back, a man he recognises, a wet face,
No sharp contours, a face like a rag on a nail fighting a breeze,
The face of a once handsome, in-demand man,
A head that nods when he nods, eyes that blink when he blinks
A mouth that would smile when he smiled, if only he could think of a reason.  
He counts knowing no one cares, no one will check his accuracy,
No one will label him a cheat because no one will come,
Only the crow when it’s time.

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