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Sardonic

by David Hill

When I was a child,
my people and their ways
seemed a sturdy fabric.
Most of the time,
I didn’t even realize it rained.

But now, that umbrella
is a tattered wire skeleton.
It rains all of the time.
I lift my face
and set a grin
against the pelting.

06/10/2009

Author's Note: Just laughin', and singin', in the rain...

Posted on 06/10/2009
Copyright © 2026 David Hill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maude Curtis on 06/11/09 at 01:27 AM

I love laughing and singing in the rain. Thanks for the remnder to do both and soon.

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