Poem

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.

 

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). Read other articles by Wayne F..