City Rain
       

For days, rain blasting away
and nothing
on the bare trees,
nothing
on faces pinched out of Burberrys and London Fogs,
but the shadows of trees
branching dead bark everywhere
and someone's rage
at an umbrella turned inside out.

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Copyright © 2011 Linda Lerner All rights reserved
from Takes Guts and Years Sometimes
NYQ Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission