The sky today
When I was four or five I was standing in our gravel driveway on Marlborough Avenue. The sun was shining like a good example and at the same time it began to rain, but only on the half of the driveway where I stood. In answer to my perplexity, my mother said this was a called a sunshower. And I said, Ok, now I’ve seen everything.
Sarah J. Sloat lives in Germany, where she works in news. Her poems have appeared in Barn Owl Review, DMQ, Bateau and Fraglit, and her chapbook Homebodies will be published by Hyacinth Girl Press this summer.