another day of New England rain
the guitar goes forward & backwards
a poetry reading of deep red poppies
all the murderers want your vote
emails go out to never return
band-aids are cuter than when
I was a little boy such a quiet
house I learned to tremble inward
the almost bloomed buds suppress
the futility of it all, soon Pacific
Ocean will wash over me
a little girl on a hill
holding hands with a friend
will lung forth all the life she’s got
Sonnet
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Yay rain poems day! Started mine this morning in the downpour and now as I’m finishing its cloudless blue skies!
Love the tremble inwards. I read this personally bc I owe you an email!!
LOL. I thin we are both in the perpetual state of owing each other emails- ha ha
I was thinking of the zillion reading series I’ve been emailing to, when I should be er… working:)- Stupid ego, stupid ego, stupid ego ergo we go.
I love this one!!