Chicago
Rain drop,
Only one now.
A wish which
The Easter Rabbit
Cannot undo.
The wick stale
and smokey.
and I alone
found your
house.
I was once a priest.
A prophet,
Trying to convert you.
We didn't need a
Translator.
The again, if
I find you I will
hold you underneath
the river.
Until you drown.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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