by train,
my friend
came.
'much better,'
she said,
'than driving
through the rain.'
(while waiting,
i chatted
with two farmers
seeing off their grandson,
a Chef,
to his extremely
exotic
prestigious
grandiose
gig
at a ranch in Texas -
by way of
New York.
?
he left them
with a freezer full of food
and helped his grandfather
paint a shed,
his grandmother said.)
the train was delayed,
so i took a photograph
of the rain
on the window
pane.
and stepped outside -
yep, still rain
-ing.
-ing.
....and contemplated my options....
the chef.grandson departed;
my smiling friend arrived,
so we ate fish tacos
downtown.
&
talked
&
talked
&
talked
&
talkedsomemore.
&, through it all,
it rained.
she was very happy
that she took the train.
