wishes and rain

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sometimes the rain starts softly
sometimes hard
when you sent regrets
(polite jamais)
the rain came gently
the iris barely flinched

I knew that harder stuff
would follow
the day before,
charting the campaign for your conquest
with a close friend in the mediæval garden
among espaliered pears, bedstraw,
sparrows, columbine
– I would so cheat if I could! –
mix the magic plants and make you
fall hopelessly in love with me
in tendriled tendresse intertwined

the sun came out
the big drops fell
but no rainbow
just your wishes on my head
and mine, hapless, pelted
by the sky in tears

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