I took my morning stroll in the drizzle
Up and down in Tucson
An umbrella resting on my shoulder
Between a grandma mesquite
Hunchback, her trunk and branches
Badly lacerated through years and years
Of exploitation by inhuman humans
And a conifer pine
Thrusting his head into the empty sky
In deep meditation in a philosophical high
The mesquite was senile
Dilapidated infirm
Asthmatic in the rain
The pine a scholar
Base fulsome
Head tapering into the void
I walked my old age path
As the mountains looked down veiled
Like Arabian dames
Between the two
In that unceasing spray of rain
Reminiscing my teenage walks
Of miles and miles
In the drizzle
Just to spot a pair of eyes
Flash, mascara-lined
Behind a window curtain
Or watch a river in abandon
After night-long heavy rains
Teenage infatuations
They were
Sweet to reminisce
On this morn of incessant drizzle
An umbrella resting on my shoulder
Bones in sweet pain and languor
May I
Again look for those beautiful eyes
Behind a curtain
Or savour the fulsomeness
Of a youthful river in spate
Its course now bone-dry
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