Volume 2 Number 1
Winter 2008

 

I Don't Mind So Much

Rita Hawes

those
lost thirty years,
when I didn’t write
about our love.

I still had that rain in my pocket,
and the trees growing
out of my dreams.

Once I’d climbed up
I was closer to the stars.

I could let that rain
out
drop by drop
to shower down
on clean white sheets.