To Heaven
the winter sun shines
on my slate roof
warming the snow
and ice on its surface
and tiny water drops
drip down icicles along the gutters
falling to the street below
joining polluted puddles
and then evaporating
with the others
to heaven
and hell
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2017
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