Wet Fate Poem by bo duke99

Wet Fate



the bluster and blunderbuss
of grey skied gusts
keep me home bound for now

though I know I intend
to venture out
at some point

until the bushes cease that
mad flailing
there'll be no persuading me

to take that fatal step
that might provoke fate
into delivering me
unto a soaking


a sudden calm has fallen

yet the tree tops dance on

Tuesday, July 16, 2019
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