NaPoWriMo #15

I have a big
behind
on poems for April,
the month of spring bursting forth
in rain and sun, to
celebrate
the oncoming storm of poverty
again      the push back
down
to mediocre oblivion
cry
denials to an unfathomable universe and
hope
for a miracle, a tiny drop of better
swelling into a sea.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

 

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