Rainy Season Poem by Mark Money

Taking the long pull in
sitting and sweating the hours till i see you again.
the rainy season has come and gone
been a long time since i heard your voice.
a week or so?
i stopped counting when it hurt too much.
and now someone's got a bead on me- -
came by the other night and found us lacking.
i don't want to sugar-coat nothing
just want the straight shot
don't kid me or i'll turn my back and quit trying.

'how hard? ' is what i want to say
because i'm confused; don't know where to turn.
ask me can you see me with those things in your eyes;
never heeding your cries, i began; you lagged somewhere behind.
intentional or purely coincidence, i couldn't say.
please don't call me stubborn or forgetful-
i've just gotta move away. you're a beautiful song,
a melody i don't wanna lose
but it's rainy season now
faced with crop failure
and gotta quit taking crazy chances.

© (1977—Tulsa, OK)