March 25, 2020Poem

Freshly wet

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Freshly wet

From a short sharp shower

I didn’t mind

The rain was warm

Slapping lightly onto my face

I could sit awhile

Days like these were a wonder

The sky had split asunder

It was rent from the horizon

To a spot above my head

Blood red

With more gentle splashes of yellow

And orange furthest from the sun

As, mortally wounded

It fell, headlong

Into the sea

I could see four horseman

Riding out

Encircling me

A slew of soulless demons

Hunted by forgotten angels

Glad to be of service

Railing against the flood

So much beauty

Gone to waste

On a daydream

As the light changed

The rain came again

More persistent

Not from hunger

There was something else

Eating me

It gnawed at my stomach

Chewed me up

From the inside

Left me wishing I could fight

Ride on an angel’s wing

Hear the sirens sing

Battle evil

Make it right

When so much seemed wrong

I have spent too long

Trying to forget

When truth to tell

I do believe,

It is better yet

To let myself remember.