Along with how it beads and runs down the French doors
that open out onto the courts,
along with Friday evening’s monsoon conditions
when the streets flooded
and all the bars’ outside tables emptied,
along with its rushing off the awning of one store
to ruin the vendor’s supply of final editions,
there is the heavy shower,
the one that was forecast to fall and didn’t
making good the return ticket I’d bought
for Burton Road, waiting there for the last tram to arrive,
two girls in floral dresses on the seats further up
delighted by a passing white cat, their night out
and the ways in which they might accessorize.
Simon Haworth is a poet based in Manchester where he works as a tutor and lecturer. He received a PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Manchester. His poems and critical writing have previously appeared in various magazines and journals in the UK and Ireland.
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