The Dark Day

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The Dark Day

A three-day-long rain from the east⁠—

an interminable talking, talking

of no consequence⁠—patter, patter, patter.

Hand in hand little winds

blow the thin streams aslant.

Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.

A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,

hurry from one place to another.

Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!⁠—

An interminable talking, talking,

talking⁠ ⁠… it has happened before.

Backward, backward, backward.