Sun Dried
After all the rain
the clouds
finally part
and the sun
shines down on
the wet asphalt
of the parking lot
the pavement
is steaming in minutes
a crow
with a hazelnut
in his beak
cocks his head as
I walk past
in half an hour
this lot
will be dry except for
the few puddles
that resist the sun's
determined gaze
the steam swirls
around my feet
as I make my way
inside.
Don McGonigal
September 2004