Thursday Around 10

She loves the way men’s coats sway
when they walk through
the rain
in the park where she sits,
her umbrella propped into the slats of the bench,
shielding her pencil,
And ideas
Until it comes in from the side
and she loves even that
When the droplets distort her lines
she thinks, This is more lifelike.
This is life.
The lines sway like the coats sway
and she puts the sketchpad to her chest
slides it gently across her wool coat,
blurring the image
like the rain blurs her view of the water
in the middle of the park

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