afternoon runners

the surging redsun
forced westwards now
in its waning
and tiredness,
pushed by the dark eveningclouds
full of weekend rain
the kind we wait for. . .
the warm summerrain
to bathe the blades of grass,
and the blossioms of flowers. . .
the heads of runners
are anointed by summerrain
and the lovers run
hoding hands and laughing
as they take shelter
from the world

1988. . .