The Man From Seattle

It rains. I'm not upset by that.
I grew up looking out of drop-
Striped windows at long days
Of rain. I played in it. I plodded
Through it on my way to school
And back. It's possible that all
Those years of sullen skies
And streaming gutters made me
Into who I am: a man who can
Enjoy the sun and savors summer's
Blessed heat, but even in it carries
With him darkness, dampness, rain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-12 at 14:14

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