Rain Check

A slick trail is carved into the sheen
of the glistening road in the light of the lamps
but as the bicycle rounds the next corner
the line is already lost, vanished into the wet.

By the railway crossing, a man coughs
phlegm onto the pavement, but this, too,
will be washed out in unrecorded time, even
by this soft drizzle, which is forecast

to persist throughout this 6 December,
Santa Claus Day in Switzerland.
No snow then this year (just like last).
Tonight, Santa’s donkey will leave no trace at all.

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