10 Day Poetry Challenge - Day 5

 

DAY 5

 

Sittin’ in stillness

Watching the squall

When will the wind

Gather us all?

In a pile down the street

Pushed to the curb

Where were we clog over the drain

And flood the streets

When the wind turns to rain --

pouring over the eves,

And clings to the stillness

like yesterday’s leaves.




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