sparse traffic
providing a background noise
Lu's notifications
© Rachel Green December 2022
raining now
was it ever not?
I have photographs of me in the sunshine
but I almost can't remember what it felt like.
He laughs at me when sunshine blinds me
because I won't shield my eyes
in case the sun sees me as churlish
and refuses to shine again.
I'd love to live where the air is warm
but then I'd be writing poems
about missing the rain.
© Rachel Green December 2022
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