An hour clocked
in the wet footprints
cast upon past
each fleeting step
measures an instant
a crack a mother’s back
a broken promise
I will do well in school
I will not stray
trouble will not
be my downpour
raining in some dark alley
hunkered under red
umbrella from showers
there are no guarantees
otherwise
Michael A. Wells
Excellent...I love the incorporation of the children's rhyme...
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ReplyDeleteOMG!! I forgot! I knew it was coming up a week or so but then it fell off my radar. Thanks Teena in Toronto
ReplyDeleteClever write - excellent stuff
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ah, the promises we make to ourselves. This was fun to read.
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