There is a loneliness to hail drops
on a tin-roofed cabin.
The woods and flowers and secrets of
mountains are lonely.
So are the trails, ponds, and bridges;
the vanished sources looking for a beginning.
Dripping drops a million years in the making.
Falling asleep in the wounded soil of dreams.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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