L'aura del Campo

April 23: a poem that contains an argument [48]

A pitter-patter of nothingness

You splashed water at me while I read,
wetting the book, stoking my flames
begging me to rise like a thunderhead,
to hailstone all hell on your games.

And I do, over and over again, old man.
It's been too many years, decades it seems
since the drought of words began.
This silence between us screams.

I listen to the drip-drip of the faucet,
wind lashing rain on the window panes.
Do I ever value a gift till I've lost it?
I will never forget your name.

A pitter-patter of lost opportunities.
A pitter-patter of soft gentle rain.
A pitter-patter that leaves the earth thirsty.
A pitter-patter of nothingness bringing pain.

KE [177.48] (23.april.2020)

Inspired by: SB Musing

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