Ode to 1973

She sat in an old green lawn chair
scratchy plastic on the porch
just out of reach of the silent gray rain.

Then there was the paper
blue-lined and white
with that red line for the left margin
grade school stuff.

Watching the misty fine rain
pondering its loveliness
forgetting her homework assignment
in the mottled black-and-white notebook,

She took pen to blue lines.
And
Wrote
Her
First
Poem.


(My first poem was Rain)

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