Intermission by Neil McCall
after the soft rain
the hopeful owl perked up
for beetles burgeoning
in the dripping olive groves
after the soft rain
the moped riders slowed
for the wet curve glistening
beyond the bright villas
after the soft rain
a man climbed the tree
for lemons – the dark trunk planting
damp evidence on his trousers
after the second bottle
you slithered on the patio
bare feet plashing in puddles
now shrinking in the hard sunlight