Seated alone
at a table for two.
Listening to
the laughter of nearby
twosomes, clinking
glasses, celebrating
the eternal
sun of a spring Sunday.
And love. A toast!
Or maybe a prayer
of gratitude…

Seated alone
at a table for two.
I feel a drop.
Another. Another.
Until my new
dress is soaked through with rain.
Only now do
I dare cry, and say a
small prayer of
gratitude for this swift
change in weather.

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