Tuesday, August 6, 2013

sometimes beginning feels

Sometimes beginning feels
like dys-stressed syllables.

Six, ready to sleep, keeps
seven waiting awake 

in hope, growing by leaps
but too tired to keep up

with the storm.

Speaking of surprise rain
in the city, next dawn

the old man walks in pain
to the corner of Work

and Rest to use his cane
to shift the debris on

top of the leaf-clogged drain.
Sometimes beginning feels

like the storm.

Sometimes beginning feels
by troy cady

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