Poetry of Issue #7        Featured Poet Sherman: Page 1

IT IS RAINING

                  	and quiet 
Summer over  passing graceless
heavy  from the city 
I hear the rain and think
                                       of you 
your hands   rain   your eyes
rain   the way you speak and walk 
rain 
        the sound of it
                                 the smell
what it brings   what it leaves
behind


If I were somewhere else
If you were there 
with me  if we were there 
together  if it were solid space 
a place we could lie  talk   think 
look at the sky
                        touch 
if it were raining 
                             if we sat there 
together   touched there   together 
in the rain 

I think of rain as green 
I think of rain as brown  blue 
as color without light as light 
without color 
                     as part of me 
barely like memory   like dream
 
I think of you as rain 
as I see you  in rain 
as I wait for you  in rain 
as outside summer passes
                                           and rain falls 
           as it closes me 
                                   lightly 
           in its sleep  

  Susan Sherman