Between Meetings

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BETWEEN MEETINGS

There is no let up to the rain,
And I must go back again
In a few moments for a meeting,
But for now three gulls fly overhead
Going South. I'll let them pass, I
Know their business very well. There are
Stacks of lumber on the other side

Of the barbed wire fence. Yards
Always leave wood out in the rain,
And it dries out, warping a little,
But its still strong. And I am
Dry too, sitting inside my car
Except that I've opened the window
A crack and the rain is dampening

The bottom of this page. We all have
Our purposes, and I think I speak for
The gulls when I say we value a continuous
Supply of this, guarded or not, and if it
Should become too wet for us to write,
Well, when it is dry, we shall try again,
Coming back, for we still have much to say.