Poem
by Wayne F. Burke / January 7th, 2024
The wind blows cold
and trees thrash
about
like unruly spectators
at a sporting event.
The rain comes in a quiet patter
of drops on freckled sidewalks;
then the swish of the
sky letting down her hair
and puddles, with
bubbles, and
handcuffs, bracelets, loops of
the Olympic logo.
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Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print (including in
Dissident Voice). He is the author of eight published full-length poetry collections -- most recently
Black Summer, 2021, Spartan Press. He lives in Vermont (USA).
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This article was posted on Sunday, January 7th, 2024 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.