Published Poems

Rain

 Rain                               

The rain beats on the roof. Slowly,

the driveway washes away, leaving nothing

but a gully. Sheltering in the house,

I hope that the damage is not too severe,

gutters overflow.  Downspouts spew water

into the growing ditch, taking gravel

out into the road and you with it. 

Gravel will have to be added to repair the drive. 

But nothing will bring you back, you have washed too far downstream.

                                                                                                                                                                                                The Piker Press

                                                2024

 Rain                               

The rain beats on the roof. Slowly,

the driveway washes away, leaving nothing

but a gully. Sheltering in the house,

I hope that the damage is not too severe,

gutters overflow.  Downspouts spew water

into the growing ditch, taking gravel

out into the road and you with it. 

Gravel will have to be added to repair the drive. 

But nothing will bring you back, you have washed too far downstream.

                                                                                                                                                                                                The Piker Press

 Rain                               

The rain beats on the roof. Slowly,

the driveway washes away, leaving nothing

but a gully. Sheltering in the house,

I hope that the damage is not too severe,

gutters overflow.  Downspouts spew water

into the growing ditch, taking gravel

out into the road and you with it. 

Gravel will have to be added to repair the drive. 

But nothing will bring you back, you have washed too far downstream.

                                                                                                                                                                                                The Piker Press

 Rain                               

The rain beats on the roof. Slowly,

the driveway washes away, leaving nothing

but a gully. Sheltering in the house,

I hope that the damage is not too severe,

gutters overflow.  Downspouts spew water

into the growing ditch, taking gravel

out into the road and you with it. 

Gravel will have to be added to repair the drive. 

But nothing will bring you back, you have washed too far downstream.

                                                                                                                                                                                                The Piker Press

                                                2024