Thursday

Rainy Day

My son looks forlornly out the window...  "Will it rain forever?"
"I hope not, Baby.  I truly hope not."


Not my best poetry... 
but it is my soul... 
on a page...


Walking in the Rain

Icy drops
   stabbing

Tiny knives
   freezing

Silence

Only the solitary sound 
   of lonely feet on dripping pavement
And careening cars 
   crashing?
   afraid

It's too late

Frigid wind
  bites & stings
blowing away pain...

leaving nothing...
   numb.


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