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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