Running From the Rain
Running from the rain
all hunched over like quasi moto
as if hot bullets were falling
instead of cool raindrops..
pained looks upon painted faces
clowns in a carnival show
running from the rain
waving umbrellas
like a scorpion waves its tail
donning Frankenstein faces
running from the rain.
Not long ago
they cherished mud puddles
splashing in hand me down dreams
afraid of nothing
catching tiny gifts from the heavens
on cherry dipped tongues
now they cower from blessings
afraid of most everything
running from the rain.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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