Autistic Boy Poem by Nick Stanton

Black road, translucent heavens
Gushed out and drenching.
And through the wheel`s relentless spray
I stared at the sheltering girls
Whirling umbrellas.
Storms can be nightmares.
Screaming to go outside,
Screaming on the inside
Reaching saturation.
What could we do?
Stop the rain somehow
And squint at the sudden prismatic sun
Dry his bones and
Make them into new shapes
Remove the sodden clothes
And he would run
Still dripping from the skin.