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