A Constant Pain of Rain
A constant pain of rain.
The roll of tires through town.
The wipers dab my face -
Eye clouds suspended tears.
In Spring, I’ve lost my place.
A constant pain of rain.
The shock of scented air.
Grave roots push up, stem bends.
The sideways shower guts.
The heartbreak never ends.
A constant pain of rain.
I’m driving through the storm.
I squeeze raindrops, life-size -
In tribute, clutch mom’s cross.
Each Spring brings notched goodbyes.
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