Morning, From the Hill At the Little Stoke Turning
Streetlight buttercups
Cluster in the big city cloud.
Morning hungry bear, a great grey sloucher,
Frowning at the houses, scratches at the walls.
A plague of raindrops plunges down,
Cruel and malevolent, pecking at people and cars.
Out of the misty dampness, umbrellas grow quickly,
And small children float by.
Copyright © John Stuart Guthrie | Year Posted 2020
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