british empire

for a.s. The rain slid down from humid skies, and fell in graying drone Rapping on the garden walk And chilling through his bones. He shoveled all the walkways clean And piled all the rain In heaps, along the garden paths, Ignoring how it drained– He pulled his thick wool jacket off And laid it [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 15th, 1995 by palmer

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