2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, summer

not quite meek and probably nothing learned

Vindication also falls when it rains.
These bone aches they aren’t
for nothing then. Yes still
there’s that notion that lingers —
pain should mean something. Sometimes
even accompanied by frustration.
Shaking my umbrage at heaven
all one or none or a 100 billion
one more ache one more angry itch
in the universe’s taint I fall silent
when the sky finally breaks.

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