Weird Times Poem by William B. Deutscher

Weird Times

Play down
the day on its way
to night, locked tight.
Everywhere the fear,
in town, here and there
along various streets
you meet and greet
for a time,
without apparent rhyme
or reason.
Open season.

Sunday, February 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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