An endless battering against my 5th floor Prague window.


A Week of Rain

It’s rained a week
and there’s a rhythm to it now,
this bleeding into earth,
this draining of the sky

A scolded child, it screams,
throws fits and beats against the window
Wearing itself to sobs,
sniffling and wiping eyes against the streets

Metaphor’s too easy,
too often used, just as often felt
The blue days of a child in tears
waiting for a lollypop and mom

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
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