Windfall

WindFall

A wagon of change of anonymous destinations

a paranoid droplet in the shower

leaks irritability through the kitchen lamp

follows an explosion of rotting leaves

almost kilometers long through the gutter

and a giant splatter

 

a road of misfortune I say

just a summer rain you say

and make me forget…

 

through the etheric aniseed scent

a sweetsweat of a radiance

a moan rhyming the sprinter act

as rough as is urged

it could score either way YEAH but Oh NO

no regrets at all for the penalties

you say for once only or once more

I say its my windfall HEY!

Poetry by Alin Duraduryan

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