singing in the rain
the rain barrel is empty
going on a fortnight now
and the flowers
oh the flowers
they’re in need of a good cry
I’ve been dancing
every night in the twilight
the dormant grass
beneath my feet
an exhibition
to any god who may listen
july two thousand twenty-one
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This is relatable. Great poem, John!
Thanks so very much, Lauren!