Saturday, May 20, 2023

Rainy Day Woman By Jake St. John


I wash the floors
and wipe down surfaces

dishes dry
in sunlight

that falls splintered
through trees

empties into 
the kitchen

through morning's
open window

the backyard
features puddles

and small patches
of grass

where birds
hop and bathe

trees outline 
the perimeter

the laundry
rolls over on itself

children laugh
in the back room

no one 
comes to visit.



 



Jake St. John lives in the woods on the edge of the Salmon River. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Ring of Fog (Holy and Intoxicated Publications, 2022), Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). He is the editor of Elephant and is considered an original member of the New London School of poetry. His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world



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