CONCERNING CULTURE
And an old woman
is slowly making her way
along the pavement
with her stick in one
and shopping bag in the other
of her hands,
and as she is
about to cross the road
it starts to rain
and she thinks of the corn
and how she always ties the sheaves
precisely now,
and preferably without rain
dear lord
remember this now,
we could do with a couple of weeks
without rain,
and she looks around her,
but it’s a long way to the sky
and to the fields
and the houses lie in the way,
and once more she notices
the rain.
Stay here,
she says
and is scarcely
inaudible any longer,
stay here, rain,
and let me
take you on me.
And she moves on
happily burdened
by her lot.
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