Circumstances Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Circumstances



The surreal rains
Carry the cajoles
That sleep in
Unmanned puddles.

I watched the rain
From my window
As they cascade.

And how beautiful
It was as I dance
With the trickles
Of the tender heavens.

How painless it was
When I allowed the rain
To cut through my lips raw
With innocence!

But then sometimes,
The rains are not
As poignant as
They could be.

For sometimes,
I see myself-
Blundered to,
Pilfered away,
Burning in the
Mad rain.

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