Poetry: Abandoned


I don’t remember walking in the rain:

There are sparks of memory from that time

When showers pounded the streets and water

Plunged through the gutters, but I was always

Behind a window, warm and dry, confused

That I’d arrived at school without a drop

Staining my shopping mall wardrobe, knowing

The fields would become lakes, empty of life,

And the children would have to play inside

Or on blacktop until the earth was full.

But while I walked to school every day

In permanent sunshine, the long walk home

Ended in darkness—in a cold, dry place

Love had abandoned before I was born.

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