Interstice

Not really a storm,
more like an interval
                       of rain.
Barely committed,
it pitter-patters light conversation,
idle chatter with the wind;
enough to open a floribunda
                       of umbrellas –
to make each of us
an island.  We dissolve
into our thoughts,
side stepping puddles,
oblivious of rainbows.

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Wisdom

Tell me, if you will,
who was William Jones?
Not the one who thought up pi,
at least I don’t think it’s that one.
I could  Google (which is not a verb
at all) but why should I?

How is it that I am this old
and never knew of William Jones?
He said, so wrote Randall Jarrell,
and I have no reason to doubt it
for Randall was a right smart fellow
who once wrote in a poem of note

called ‘Next Day’
 that William Jones
had been known to say
 Wisdom
is knowing what to overlook
and that’s what I’m talking about.