It is dull today
The faces are gloomy
The roses are lifeless
The roads are soggy
It is dull today
The rains have come
With vigour
Our bodies are drenched
It is dull today
The winds have blown off roofs
The homes of our little gods are gone
There is quiet everywhere
It is dull today
The scarecrow chirps incessantly
The dogs bark endlessly
The streets are empty.
©Deborah Glover, 2016
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