Rainy Days

They spent days decorating the popsicles,

adding little cloth sails for balance and tiny

green toy soldiers for personality, taking

Crayola markers and creating stripes all

around the sticks. Then, they watched the

weather, impatient, waiting for a storm,

waiting for the rain, and when it did, they

took their popsicle sail boats and ran out

into the downpour. They counted from three

and placed their mini rafts in the gutters

then chased them down the hill to the drains,

first boat to disappear won the race.

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Camden Rose is a queer author who loves seeking out magic beneath the everyday world. Her works have appeared with Inner Worlds and Heartlines Spec. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her spouse, black cats, and collection of books and board games. You can find her online at www.camdenscorner.com.

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