forty days and nights
it’s been raining off and on
and all I can do is dream about
early morning sunrises
and red red roses
in the basement sump pump
hums along tirelessly with
frequent irregularity
[or shall I say
infrequent regularity]
it matters not as long as the rain
water is recycled
back into the street
as long as dreams of early
morning sunrises
and red red roses
remain well within reach
october two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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