downpour

My smile is forced, dripping
Like parked cars, slick and wet
Like black asphalt, beneath dirty puddles
Those that do not breathe hold their breath
For rain.
But trees and children delight
In renewal, cleansing, growth…
While adults like me scuttle and twist
In agony and strife.
We run, thin umbrellas shielding us
From a downpour of life.

(october 19)

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