About a "boy" who ran away with the "summer" between his legs...

BOY RUNNING IN THE RAIN...
by T. Wignesan

(First published in A LONGSTORY SHORT site with PIC in 2011)

His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
..................His gander gait
Under the burlap mop

..........................................Who's looking at me
Why is everyone looking at my legs

........His mother telling him to be back this summer
Before the green peacocks turn to Indian blue
...Droplets big as his nightshade eyes bursting at each
swan step

Boy on an errand
...The stealthy guilt-ridden leaves of the linden
Motionless in the metallic green boiling flood

Boy still running in the rain
How old am I
As old as the linden when it was eight
Where are the caterwauling magpies this day
None to mock me in my gait

He thinks he's running in the still hot rain
But the cars and trucks along the road shower
...................In their mindless manic main

Wait till you see my master drive me proud
Over the bridges under high-voltaging cables
My throat loosening up in coughs and curses
The mud drained from my tired gables

Boy still keeps running in the rain

When will the summer end
When the cotton sky turns to lead

Or when the boy stops running in the rain

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2011