Less Than a Letter
i start to hear
the nervous
tapping of
rain fingers
on the roof
above me
thinking
the world
must be
stressed
to cause
such a
thing but then
the ozone has
a hole in its
head and
not self
inflicted
no one believes
in climate change
and mistakingly
names it global
warmer so don't
bother or worry
but here it is
february and
instead of
soft whispers
of wind blown
snow the rapidity
of the rain's
fingers are
banging on
my roof's
typewriter
typing
a suicide
note
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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