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Rainy Day
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Ruth Gooley


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The seagulls look indignant,
or maybe it’s just me,
at the hard pellets spewing
from a solitary grey cloud at the end of May.
I’m here for sun and warmth and the pelican’s amusement,  
sanderlings who dart for sandcrabs in the receding surf,
boys eyeing each other across the taut stretch of volleyball net,
shoulders husky and strewn with sweat,
hot with the greasy smell of suntan oil,
kids with dads and pails,
surfers and wave-induced euphoria.
Not this damp grey day.
Not this—I should have worn my long-sleeved shirt—
pallid somber day.
Not this dull chrome sea,
mountains miffed in clouds,
two crows digging in the sand,
feathers dead black,
limping on this sad,
sunfree, watermelonless,
nonbikinied, intemperate day.
Mild clearing,
sun spoking through,
the crows and I
squawk in relief,
partner up for a dance, 
rainbow refreshed.
 
© by Ruth Gooley.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Ruth Gooley, a native of Venice, California, published her dissertation, "The Image of the Kiss in French Renaissance Poetry," and has published poems in many journals. She lives with her husband of 23 years, six lovebirds, and six canaries. Ruth has taught French and ESL and currently works in a library. She loves to hike and walk on the beach.

 


Post New Comment:
Ginny C.:
Wonderful word choices contribute to a vivid picture of the scene and of the speaker's feelings. Loved the poem.
Posted 08/07/2012 10:24 AM
constancec:
Beautifully written, I was there in spirit.
Posted 08/07/2012 05:06 AM


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