Just

In the rain I can feel
my skin, wet
&
your breath through the air,

I wait for the clouds
as they pass to the mountains
clearing an avenue for the sun
to kiss my wet skin,

the breeze flows around
down from the mountain tops
moving these wild grasses
drying my body, my hairs,

I lift my head & neck
I squint with my eyes  to
see if my float has vanished
and rest back down again,

                                      'tears all over the pavements'

the hedges cut
so the railways stand
revealed  &
alone,

having escaped the trim in the war
paint rusted &
bubbled off
red rusty