Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

Autumnal Reverie

Sun beaming down
                          through the clouds
         it seems to me 
    that life is continuing 
         as it always has
Who knows the purpose?
Who knows the reason why?
These questions float in the 
                  air
          and are blown away
by a northeastern wind
          The clouds have
     no need 
           for metaphysics
     they exsist to be
                swept away 
     after leaving rain 
         on the land
     In small rooms 
            throughout the city
eyes peer through open windows
       gaze upon the 
       asphalt homeland
   The rain stops!
We can breathe easily
    once more

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