I.
drops blink past,
iterations
of an early fall; she–
damp smile
waiting
for the sky
to lighten.

II.
puddle-
dipped calves
cross rain-stained
brick bareheaded and
at a run, the road
anything but
yellow.

III.
he
keeps
always
an umbrella
in the glove box,
just in case she (re-)
turns.