an unexpected poem
written
sixteen days before
my thirty-ninth birthday
too many
people pass
the flesh of this life
standing at parades
passing one holiday
into the hands of another
smiling stupidly
at others smiling stupidly back
shielding their eyes
from the sun
while i watch
that one black cloud
swirling in a blue sky
creeping slowly
toward their joy
hoping that it rains on all of them
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