Damp Day

Evening ends as morning had begun:
With intermittent rain. The sky is dry,
And then it's not. It's safe to go out
For the paper, now reduced to sodden
Pulp, but take your hat. Don't be
Surprised, and be prepared to entertain
Yourself inside unless it doesn't bother
You to be bathed both in perspiration
And precipitation. Let the evening pass,
And call this day the dud it was. It seems
That better times approach. The chipper
Fortune teller on the evening news
Is promising that all these clouds will
Blow off to the east by morning's light.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-07 at 01:38

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