Bad Poetry

1.

I wish I could say

The gray rain

Would go away

To the tom cats

Yowling under my feet

But I know it won’t.

I stomp once

Silence

I leave the crawl space

Open.

2.

We surround ourselves

With strength and protection

Move like automatons through

The days, dusting

Lie down to sleep at dawn

Under the knowing weeping eyes.

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