Thursday Rainy People Poem by Marcos Oro
Thursday Rainy People
Nor do they have to. On Thursday-
The single drop of water, glass
Bead bursting sun
Stores and cats on all corners
Hunching down in their fractal
Immensity
Broken arm broken Cadillac
Your OCD drenched and dripped
A little boy with a long thin braid
got a dollar he put on his head like
a hat
From a dark & light skinned laughing man.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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