Certainty sits in my throat while
rain weeps uneasy farewell
to the ambulance.
She will not fare well.
She is failing, fragile.
Rain washes tenuous existence
down the street in ripples
and rivulets.
It’s all downhill from here.
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Very emotional images! Your poetry gathers up words in a way to create the exact mood or scene you desire. At the same time, there is some latitude for the reader to think.
Thanks for spending some time with my words today. I appreciate it.