Poetry Blogs (2013, Candle)
Invisible Rain
This is a commentary on living, when the living is hard.
Invisible Rain
Dawn has come to smother the light
in my house.
As I douse the candle's flicker
its feeble flame shines at the window,
lifting the road beyond
into patterned pathways, glinting
in the early bright;
the soft rain of midnight's darkling succour
is almost gone.
It will return tomorrow, u...
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