IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY POEM…

(’80)
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-Words of thunder,
thoughts of gloom…

-Three billion and thirty-five,
three billion and thirty-six…
(it’s hard keeping track
of all these rain drops…)

-Three billion and forty…

-My stanzas are all wet,
my phrases read soggy,
my leak-proof psyche
needs patching up.

-Time to wrap myself
with the poncho
of my discontent,
and remember the sun.

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