An endless battering against my 5th floor Prague window. |
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A Week of RainIt’s rained a weekand there’s a rhythm to it now, this bleeding into earth, this draining of the sky A scolded child, it screams, throws fits and beats against the window Wearing itself to sobs, sniffling and wiping eyes against the streets Metaphor’s too easy, too often used, just as often felt The blue days of a child in tears waiting for a lollypop and mom |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |