rain…and the middle of the month
brings them all out

The line assembly men
who rivet at Boeing
and keep their secret well
the sad-eyed beautiful ones
who stay at home all week
reading Eliot and Keats
even the depraved old ones…perennial.
The girls with colored glasses for eyes.
Me
a soldier on weekend pass
neither strong of muscle or of will
neither young to be here
nor old to stay away.

Undiscovered and alone
till someone says…hello.