Barefoot Poetry

SS Matthews


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Tonight, the rain splashes
larger than tears against the glass, gathering
in small rivers- an anniversary gift.

A year ago, I recall clouds,
caught in curtains; their gray light-
a light still rare to filter through.
Oh, the wail outside!

Galoshes and umbrella in the corner
await your return- not I.
I am wrapped in departures,
shoulders braced to the downpour.


Author: SSMatthews

Author of The Moon and Rowan Wolfe and Wolfe's Banes.

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