Perpetual Perishing
Whenever I sit
in the rain
and see
streetlights
light the
pavement and
puddles,
the snow piles
from last week
creep to
the drains,
as if to wait
for next year
in hibernation,
I think about
what's guarenteed
tomorrow,
and I laugh
at history's repetition
'First tragedy,
then farce.'
And I feel the
unrelenting sun
from the summer
relent
as I exhale.
Copyright © Anonymous Poetry | Year Posted 2013
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