Puddles

This poem is written using the Tanka form. It's about Spring rain with a twist.

Soggy spring down pour, 

Puddles on the walk way, 

Puddles in life. 

Tarps covering the homeless, 

Their world, our world, worlds apart. 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Yes, there's being down, and there's being down and out.
2020 was a cruel year for the homeless.