Charles Garrison

Sunlight in the rain, by Charles Lamar Garrison


crickets singing near my window
sirens echo from afar
the smell of syrup in the morning
the faint impressions of a scar
and though sunlight in the rain
can often seem much too far
like marshmallows on a flame
reaching for a falling star
these days multiply faster than we all imagine
akin to silt collecting on a marble floor
how can I confide in shattered mirrors
when blinded by the wounds I’ve gathered…
long before
let it rain
let it rain
let it rain!
yes indeed…
let it pour
only smiling to keep from crying
doesn’t mean
that it doesn’t haunt me anymore

Charles Lamar Garrison
DOC #A496360

Categories: Charles Garrison, poems

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