Patience in the Rain

Rain sluiced along proofed fabric
A time for lights in opaque dark
Hope at the end of a long tunnel
Cautious minds where thoughts start

Wet roads have been transposed
Reflecting on headlights and glare
Soaked to the bone, not wet- froze
Sore feet, legs bent, to climb stairs

Trees brown hung in a thick fog
Broken dreams soaked in ketamine
Short life; once considered so long
Desperation in true wants and needs

Appeal to us, they scream their pleas
Attempt aloofly soft big bear hug
Buried alive in the blackened soil
Fist blooded at the red door front

Pushing hard shiny metal pedals
Once a kiss, and then once more
Some say that patience is a virtue
It depends on what you wait for.

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