On a Rainy Day
The crows arrived. They circled, spoke,A rabbit carcass on the road the subject
Of their conversation. Rainfall whispered
On the lawn. A man and woman brightly
Peddled gossip on the radio. I watched
The window, formulating things to say
When she had come. The hours passed.
She never did, and I alone was mute.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-03-24 at 20:47
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