Been raining here
by Ken Saffran
cold at night
I pull the past around me
last summer
on hot nights without covers
we moved
together through a tangle of legs
and arms trying
to hold on
last week
when we met
again
there was something
almost
something not there
between us
that
held us down
and held us up
on my way home
two strong electric pulses
pushing
pushing windshield wipers
through a steady rain
the traffic
light changes