OPTIONAL POETRY

Punctuation. Pedantry. It’s not a question but a wall, impermeable by design. The forecast has been wrong all week; I anticipate wrongness now like expecting rain, the hail that fell for hours, you can tell it will by the color of the sky, or at least I thought you can, that doubtful gray superimposed on blue. Hard rain that doesn’t roll off, the wind compels it, impels it. And falling silent, do I repel, or […]