Ruff Off The Cuff, by pd lyons

what can you tell me about rain

tap dancing


shed roof rain

slivering down the corners


the last broken bale

harsh it was even whispering

riveting it was even slowly

step by step

unable to do anything but follow

as if there were a drain

instead the blocked up holes

someone who once stood naked and in love

warmth unsubedued

cold hard earth

a wonderment of contrast

a derelict of absence



oldest tree fore westmeath


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