Dry eyes in the house
Maybe because when it came
It felt like the end of summers, forever,
And, off a poor night’s sleep
I was listening to John Coltrane on repeat
Like a cliché,
Unshowered, way after noon.
So that when the rain arrived,
A promise of popping candy,
Hungry, urgent messages from the sky
That transformed the kids in the nursery
Into a scene from the Lord of The ...
Wednesday 17th August 2022 2:43 pm
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