by
Edward
K. Brown II
The sky,
Sprinkling, dripping
Droplets of pale pastels,
Pings upon impact
On people
Daring enough to face
The situation head on
Without personal protection,
Dodging the darting
Umbrellas while
Intermittently
Glancing down to
Avoid potholes and puddles.
Running on
and on are those
Who believe they cannot
Get wet, who stand
Corrected beneath the
Entranceway wiping their
Face in disgrace.
Stiff collars
Jut up the nape
To prevent the chill
From sneaking down
The spine and arresting
The smug sweat
Beneath the belt.
Eyelids,
However,
Do flutter
As swirls
Contort shivers
Into spasms,
Surly orgasms
Due to barometrical chasms.
Intranscendentally
A mist arises
Into fog
Debilitating buildings,
Slighting the 'scrapers of their line.
The seen unscene,
Humid humility,
Caused by covert
Forms of
Spontaneous
Hydrolysis.
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