The
firm breasts of
seventeen-year-old
pullover-wearing
girls are more
beautiful in
the rain, the way
they hop
hidden under the
light nylon jackets
while jumping over
the puddles on the
sidewalk. Who still
thinks about
daring metaphors
in the face of so many
possibilities of expression
for one and the same
picture
And
before the afternoon
disappears in
umbrellas, high
shoes and
sou'westers
the season
is changing.