I drive past the cemetery on the way to the country club.

The grass is still so green

Even though it's mid-October,

And suddenly I'm awash with a feeling of futility.

A gentle rain falls on my windshield,

And I don't bother to turn the wipers on.

I let the drops pool and gather and run down,

Just as my tears are now dropping down off my jaw-line.

A few have gone beyond my bare neck,

And one big one runs down into my bra

And between my breasts

Where it gets caught and wicked into the stay-dry elastic band.

It sighs its last moments away

Quoting scripture,

"Vanity, vanity, all is vanity."

-jenn