Scent of almond shampoo
A hopeless little cough
Crying lampposts
Spread wet orange light
Across the sad street
Eyelashes painted black
Run dark rivulets
Down her cheek
Hair damper
Nose sniffling
Feet stamping with the cold
Avenue’s trees
Watching rain
Know the despair of a waiting heart
Leaf by leaf
Sound by sound
Will drip onto the empty road till late
© Ray Mather 1970
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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