RAIN DANCER

By the schoolyard,
The crossing guard,
Bright as a banana peel
In yellow slicker and boots,
And twice as slippery from the falling drizzle,
Motioned cars to stop.

Then, while she held us back on both sides
With omnipotent hands,
She began to strut and dance like a majorette,
As she went to lead a band of small umbrellas
Across the streaming street.

The children caught her attitude,
And pranced with her as their umbrellas twirled,
While from my car I grinned
And thought I almost heard their music.

Her troupe deposited safe on the opposite walk,
She waved us drivers once more into motion,
And we moved slowly on,
Toward whatever weighty matters
Our cold, gray, rainy Wednesday held in store.

Published in THE RESTONIAN MAGAZINE, Summer 1989

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A Poetry Chapbook
by
Honora Finkelstein

© 1997

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