Hopelessly I stand
curls plastered to my skull
the bus stop
sprouting mushroom umbrellas
each passing bus
that doesn't stop
splashing us
...we curse.
But I inhabit
a parallel universe
of rain
when I was nine
much more real
than this
the rain my friend
its fingers
caressing
my upturned face
curls plastered
to my skull
walking hand
in hand
with June
warmed as I am
now
by her lips
laughter
still my name
forever living
in her smile.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parallel-universe-for-junie/
