Stopped stood there where I was
under
the start splitting rain
with her last...
(unfolding)
Just a meter past the park bench
on the side angling uphill
the sky, a single evenlit gray
almost blinding
her words, laser printed
black sans serif
There was nothing interesting about
what she wrote. Nothing fascinating
about common office paper
no nothing
at all
but, it hasn't rained for many months
and how it feels to ignore it