I Can Afford Neither the Rain

Holly Iglesias

Nor the strip of light between the slats, the window itself blind with grief. Nor the bench where the last mourner lingers, the others on to the next thing, leaning into the bar, toasting the sweethearts, gone and gone, their passion and ire softening now into the earth. Nor the bluff above the Mississippi where centuries of war dead rest, where the stone stands bearing their names, the wind of romance hard against it.

Copyright © 2010 by Holly Iglesias. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2010 by Holly Iglesias. Used with permission of the author.

Holly Iglesias