Thursday, May 25, 2017

Fickle Valentine

A hot and cloudy day
So I bring the rain
By hosing everything down
Nothing as fickle
As rain in the desert
After so many promises
Of course one feels deserted
Or is one simply a deserter
Hiding in the warmth
While others freeze
Trains and planes fly over
One feels at the center
Of a cyclone
Each in his own storm

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