“City Rain” by Gloria Blatt
on a walk in the weather
I bumped into yesterday
looked just like me
stuck a gun in my ribs
and stole all my youth
as I fell like the rain
pouring out of myself
slipping into the gutter
my wrinkled bones
riding a river of rubbish
right into the yawning
black drain of tomorrow
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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