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Yesterday It Rained
Yesterday it rained and never ceased, but oh!
the infant leaves of maple trees gleamed
when viewed through raindrops sliding down the seam
of a glass window and I’d like to say I love the rain, follow
sodden clouds to dance in puddles and let my features blow
away with whipping winds but this storm is not a muted dream,
whispers in the air bite and how would I decide between
coats when raindrops hit bare skin as cold as melted snow?
But know I can suffocate under brick and tile,
I am growing smaller. How can I breathe
air that has not been sweetened by wind and cherry blossoms?
On cracking sidewalks, empty roads, I can be free awhile,
shivering under a trembling sky, sun sheathed,
but free in the solitude of a world now gruesome.
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Originally, this was just supposed to be about a storm, but as I continued to write I found I was really trying to talk about confinement amidst the COVID-19 pandemic.