I Walked In The Drizzle

I took my morning stroll in the drizzle Up and down in Tucson An umbrella resting on my shoulder Between a grandma mesquite Hunchback, her trunk and branches Badly lacerated through years and years Of exploitation by inhuman humans And a conifer pine Thrusting his head into the empty sky In deep meditation in a philosophical high The mesquite was senile Dilapidated infirm Asthmatic in the rain The pine a scholar Base fulsome Head tapering into the void I walked my old age path As the mountains looked down veiled Like Arabian dames Between the two In that unceasing spray of rain Reminiscing my teenage walks Of miles and miles In the drizzle Just to spot a pair of eyes Flash, mascara-lined Behind a window curtain Or watch a river in abandon After night-long heavy rains Teenage infatuations They were Sweet to reminisce On this morn of incessant drizzle An umbrella resting on my shoulder Bones in sweet pain and languor May I Again look for those beautiful eyes Behind a curtain Or savour the fulsomeness Of a youthful river in spate Its course now bone-dry