Rain
And no one kept a tally of the rain and
Drops that fell.
And the rain falls..
plick pli. Ck. Pli
Ck.
Strobing the asphalt
Counting souls
petrichor turns to acrid urine.
Plickplick pli
Plickplick pl
Ick
And the rain fell
And no one kept a tally
Of the drops of rain that fell.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016
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