April Showers

Four months in
And more of the same,
Silt white rain runs
Like frustration 
On cheeks.

Sullen at the sky,
I still open the window -
In low whistles and water hit consonants 
The Earth is recounting its day
And wants to know
Who's listening. 


C. LJ Ireton 2024 


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