A Slice of Rain

Rain slashes
paper thin
diagonal scars
across his face.

A torrent
stabs, tears
through clothing.

He walks
past the far field
and the skin is gone.

Half way to town
he’ll dissolve
along a fence row,
not sorry
to have missed
the IGA and MotoMart.

Yet the autumn trees
are beautiful.
He smiles and hangs on.

They too
know the kerf of the blade.

Stirred by wind,
they balance,
surprised at the moment
they stand
when everything is lost.

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For @dVersePoets open link night.

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15 thoughts on “A Slice of Rain

  1. ‘the autumn trees are beautiful. He smiles and hangs on.’ I guess that’s why we’re all still alive – except for those who only live to tell you the details of their latest doctor’s appointment.

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