Drowning
Stampeding the streets with his shoes in the rain
The Boy splashes a tango or two in the rain.
Lightning, thunder and Africana drums --
Again we refrain the Blues in the rain.
She writes with his pen, ink on her thumbs,
He likes her with glasses askew in the rain.
Kings of Carboard under streetlights that hum,
Ragged men downing their booze in the rain.
The Cheshire departs with only an "Um",
Ginger wishing he'd made a move in the rain.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-12-03 at 02:43
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