Raining Again
RAINING AGAIN
Raw, as onions cut into the whites of my eyes,
And tears sting and stream at this
Indignant hour, way before
Nine. Actually the number slipped upside down
In the incessant rain - a
Neverland of sleep that
Gobbles up one hour of time.
And the anchors of the media want this practice
Gone, kaput.
Ancient happenings
In another time but
Not kept up at this incessantly ridiculous rate.
3/11/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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