Fine Weather For Ducks
Josh Anderson

 

“Its fine weather for the ducks”,

 

He said as the rain falls silently,

Watching form that window,

As perfect,

Yet effected droplets crash,

Cataclysmically with the ground,

The plants,

My skin,

 

“I'm going for a walk…”,

 

I just needed somewhere to go,

Running from my own sad thoughts,

 

“Something warm would be nice.”

 

… 'It's a real fire action seeking radar baby!'

Music blasts through my ears,

 

But it can't drown out my thoughts,

 

As the clear future falls,

I'm getting soaked,

There's a purpose behind it,

Some divine intervention,

A master plan,

 

This water was growing plants,

The plants were there for reasons.

 

“Hmm, hmm, hmm, dah, dah, dah, Baby”

 

I came to the shelter,

And there you were,

 

Standing out of it,

In the rain,

Your hand what I first noticed;

 

Each finger was like a new entity,

They moved together in a ballet,

Cigarette,

White and golden coated,

Placed in lush red lips,

 

'How cliché does this wanna be'

I think to myself.

 

Your other hand raised to meet it,

With a polished brass lighter in its grasp,

                Click,

Ignited

                The flame lights the paper,

 

One clear cloud of small smokes,

Screens your face as it rises,

 

Your hands went back into the trench coat,

You walked into cover,

And sat,

Your eyes were starring somewhere off into the distance.

 

I was mesmerized by you,

But I couldn't properly see your face,

 

'Just sit you flip'

 

I sat on the bench were you now were,

 

“Hi, nice weather for ducks?”

 

You laughed at my childish sarcasm,

A smile flowed across your face,

 

“Hmm, yeah, it is isn't it.”

 

Your smile widened,

I was feeling so warm,

 

“I'm _____, nice to meet ya”

 

You held out your hand,

In a welcoming gesture.

 

“My names Joshua, pleasure to meet you _____”

 

I placed my hand tentatively in yours,

And tightened my grip on your fingers,

You did the same, and gave a shaking sort of gesture,

Then slid them seductively off,

 

“Want a light?”

 

You said to me.

 

“No I'm fine, I don't fancy Cigarettes, its Cigars for me.”

 

You laughed again, this time fully revealing the face that was behind the smoke,

 

Your eyes caught me,

A tuft of hair shrouded one eye,

Ginger in colour,

But your eyes,

Oh your eyes,

They just trapped me,

Still do.

 

I smiled into your eyes,

And you did the same,

 

“So, do you like rainy days?”

 

I asked with a hint of sarcastic relief,

 

“Yeah as a matter of fact, I do”

 

“Well so do I, so that makes two of us,”

 

“There is only two of us,”

You remarked with a chuckle,

 

“You're right you know.”

I laughed and pulled out a cigar,

 

As I put it in my mouth,

You slid over and cracked your lighter,

The flame went bright, lighting the cigar,

 

                It's so funny how things grow.

 

“So, do you prefer to be called Josh, or Joshua?”

You asked inquisitively,

 

“Which ever you mind, it's bothers me not.”

I smiled at you again,

 

“Good, Joshua it is, I love that name… Joshua…”

You smiled to yourself,

 

“What about you _____, do you prefer any cute nicknames or the beautiful name; _____?”

 

“You can call me what ever you want to, but I prefer _____,I like to be called and call people by their full names, I think it has more elegance and beauty.”

 

“Ok then, _____ it is.”

As I smiled,

 

You touched my hand,

Drew it in to yourself,

 

Stealing the pen form my front pocket,

The one I had forgot was even there,

You wrote something on my hand,

Something I could not at that second read,

 

                It was a number

 

I smiled, and you smiled back,

Much different than before,

 

                And that's were my tale ends,

I'll eventually tell you more.

 

 

Copyright © 2005 Josh Anderson
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