Not Much

Rain coming down on my head, runs

Down my nose, then onto my shoes.

Lovely day for a walk, he, he. Wonder

If there is any sanity in a Quaker

Parrot’s scream. Not so, it seems. By

The way, is there anything clean

About a bloody nose? My sinuses are

Dried out from the Claritin I take to

Stop the running. But there is a storm

Brewing. The rain falls, and steam

Rises from the asphalt. Oh, to take a

Scoop! My eyes are sore. Not much.