Photo taken of Brendan Behan painting, Dublin pub

The cold, hard rain:
the wind,
the leafless trees,
the puddles turned
to pools,
the sound of it
beating
off
the
gutter:
the muted green
and brown,
the tail lights,
stop lights,
Christmas
lights
the only light
that keeps us going,
this time
of year.



Categories: poetry

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