April 14, 2020
Bleaker Street
Bleak
The streets
Are running black with rain
Twisting rivulets
Slide
Circling a drain
Rubbery licorice
Like plastic misshapen
Contours of life
Slipping away
These days dark
Not ending ‘till night
Blessedly for some
Comes
Gloom pervades
And persistently permeates
Our streets today
Cedars sway, they grace
Tree trunks glistening
Society’s tears sliding
In downward spirals
Watches, clocks – time
Has become a fluid course
Of tolerance
Waning patients
For better or worse
Lives unravel
Children’s cries, cry out
Mothers arms, wearier now
As patience demands
An end
